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.