I was stopped by a game warden on opening day of modern gun here in Kentucky. The gentlemen who stopped me was an obvious professional and was very polite and sat around and talked for about 30 minutes with me and my buddies after we brought our deers out of the woods. He went through the process of checking licenses, orange, and offered to help drag a deer for us. He left and my three hunting partners held the man in high regards. On the other hand, I was stopped on two seperate occasions in Indiana, prior to moving, and these two different persons had inflated egos and the only word that comes to mind was jackass. In all cases, I have been legal, friendly, and try to make things as easy as possible on the game warden. I'm happy I live in Kentucky.