This is SPOT ON!  Many Years ago, on a hunting lease I’ve had since the early 1980’s, I caught a teenager trespassing on one of the ranches.  I told him to lay his gun down, which he did (he was scared as I’m really aggressive when dealing with trespassers) and I marched him to my truck, loaded him in back, inside the camper shell and drove out of the ranch on a really rough road, bouncing him around in back with a loose spare tire.  I got to a country store across the road from the front gate. I went to the pay phone and called out county sheriff’s number and asked to have the Game Warden come out as I’d made a citizen’s arrest on a trespasser and was holding him for law enforcement.
The Game Warden showed up, we briefly talked and he asked where this trespasser was that I had arrested.  I said “he’s locked in the back of my pickup”.  The warden’s eyes got wide and he told me “You can’t do that, it’s false imprisonment”.   I replied that the trespasser didn’t know that and we went to the back of the camper shell, which I opened.  Inside, we found a thoroughly disheveled young man who looked very much worse for the wear.  The Game Warden, whom I’d never met until this incident, said “Hello, Skyler”.  I asked the warden how he knew Skyler and his reply was that Skyler was his neighbor’s kid! 
We walked to the front of my truck to talk privately and I said that I figured he’d let the kid off with an ass chewing and a warning.  His reply was one I remember clearly even 40ish years later. He said, “I’ll let him go with a warning if you want, but if I do, don’t ever call me again.  If you want to put a stop to your trespassing problems, I need to cite him and you need to follow through by having him prosecuted.   Then, I won’t have to keep coming out on trespass calls.  If you don’t prosecute him, your problem will get worse and you can have the Sheriff’s office deal with it, because I won’t come back.  Your choice.”   He ended up citing the kid and I did have him prosecuted.  The problem went mostly away for about five years, until a particularly bad serial poacher showed up, but that’s a story (a damn good story) for another post.  The game warden and I became friends and hunted ducks together for years, until he died.  His son became a warden too, and we’ve been friends and hunting buddies for decades.