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 Poachers Beware
 

In the course of writing my novels, I’ve learned a lot about game wardens. For instance, you know all those neat forensic techniques you see on Cold Case Files and Investigative Reports? Did you know that game wardens occasionally use the same technologies, including DNA profiling and blood-spatter analysis?

For example, if a game warden finds blood on the ground of a ranch (where a poacher was trespassing), then finds blood in the bed of the poacher’s truck, a DNA match will usually seal the deal. Most of the time, the poacher confesses before the tests are even run; the mere threat of the test is a powerful tool.

Not too long ago, I read about a hunter who was killed in the field. It turned out that he had been shot by a fellow hunter after an argument. The victim had shot a deer, which ran a fair distance, then the suspect shot the same deer. The men disagreed about who owned the deer, and the argument led to the fatal shooting. DNA testing of the venison at the suspect’s house cinched the case.

Last year, I wrote a magazine article about the Texas Parks & Wildlife Department’s forensic lab. Hope you enjoy it.

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Game Warden Scott Davis had a problem on his hands: a waste-of-game case, in which seven deer carcasses were left strewn along a quiet county road. The evidence was scant--just a lone witness who had reported seeing a truck, towing a stock trailer, in the general vicinity. Fortunately, the witness had written down the license plate number, so Davis went to question the truck’s owner and a passenger.

“They had a little bit of an arrogant type of attitude at first,” says Davis, a twenty-year veteran in Midland County. “They were uncooperative, like, ‘What are you doing out here messing with me?’”

Perhaps, in the minds of those two young men, that cockiness was justifiable. After all, at the time, they were the only people who knew they were guilty. Davis had no eyewitnesses to the actual shooting, and nobody had seen the men dump the deer on the roadside. It was nothing Davis could build a case on--but the strength of the evidence would soon change.

“When we talked to the suspects,” Davis says, “they said they knew nothing about any deer. They said they had been at the scene, but they did not dump the deer on the roadway. We found the trailer, and when we looked in there and saw blood, they claimed it to be goat and cow blood.”

That’s when Davis saw his opening. He and fellow game wardens Terry Lloyd and Wayne Armstrong were about to gather a type of evidence so undeniable, the results are rarely challenged in court.

“When we started taking blood samples from the trailer, we told them exactly what our intentions were,” Davis says with a laugh. “You could see that they were getting a little nervous then. It was like nailing their coffin shut when we got the results back and it was not goat or cow blood, it was a definite match to the samples from the deer on the roadside. This case wouldn’t have been made without the lab’s help. That’s what sealed it for us.”

The lab Davis is referring to is located at the A.E. Wood Fish Hatchery in San Marcos, and, as those poachers learned the hard way, the forensic tests conducted there have been helping game wardens prove their charges for nearly two decades.
But don’t let your mind conjure up images of the flashy forensic technicians you see on wildly unrealistic prime-time dramas. If you do, you’ll be disappointed, according to Beverly Villarreal, an intelligent, soft-spoken woman who is the lab’s only employee dedicated to law enforcement. “What I do is pretty routine,” she says, “not the glitz and glamour you see on TV. I don’t go out and do crime-scene investigation; my job is here in the lab doing analysis.”

Nonetheless, as a visitor to the lab, you’re likely to hear some rather impressive phrases being tossed around. Isoelectric focusing. Dinucleotide microsatellites. Short tandem repeat. And--more common--DNA fingerprinting.

Broken down into layman’s terms, those buzzwords simply mean good news for game wardens. For instance, if a hunter says the blood in the bed of his truck is from a hog, not a deer, Villarreal can help determine whether he is being truthful. If it turns out to be deer blood, she can tell whether it was from a buck or a doe. Five years ago, the lab gained the equipment necessary to match a blood or tissue sample to an individual mammal. Now, rather than saying a blood sample came from a deer in general, a game warden can prove it came from a specific deer in a poacher’s vehicle.

That’s what happened in the Midland case, and the situation repeated itself--with a twist--in a Comal County case involving Game Warden Kathleen Stuman. In a quiet subdivision, word was going around that one of the residents was taking advantage of the semi-tame deer in the area, shooting them with a bow and arrow. Stuman had been stationed in the county for just a short while when she caught wind of the situation--but that didn’t mean it would be an easy case to crack.

“We worked on this for a couple of months before we got our final break. The older people by the lake watched these deer every day, so they knew when one was missing. We’d get calls to different places and come up with the same type of arrow shaft every time. It was frustrating, because we knew it was the same guy doing it all.”

Again, the lab was soon to play a part. Responding to a call, Stuman and Game Warden Bill Robinson found the suspect cleaning an eleven-point buck late at night.

“He claimed he shot it at six o’clock, but he wouldn’t say where he’d been hunting,” Stuman says. “So we went back to his place, where it was illegal to hunt, and found blood on the ground.”

Stuman and Robinson collected a blood sample from that location, as well as a tissue sample from the eleven-point, and sent them to the San Marcos lab. The result was what they were hoping for: a match. But this case had a surprise ending: the game wardens discovered that the entire violation had been caught on videotape.

“We were clearing his vehicle for weapons,” Stuman says, “and we found a tape. He’d actually filmed himself shooting the deer from his balcony at night under a light. Everything the guy had been telling us was a lie, and we were able to prove that with Beverly’s support.”

Villarreal has been with the lab for fifteen years, in which time she has handled more than 600 cases. She began as a part-time forensic specialist while earning a master’s degree in biology; in fact, her work at the lab had an impact on the subject she selected for her thesis.

At the time, a new law made it illegal to sell wild redfish, so game wardens needed a way to tell which fish were wild and which were farm-raised. They learned that the National Marine Fisheries Service was exploring a technique known as fatty-acid profiling to distinguish wild striped bass and hybrid striped bass from their farm-raised counterparts.

The wardens approached Loraine Fries--who was the hatchery lab manager and one of the originators of the forensic program--about using the technique. Fries passed the information on to Villarreal, who designed a thesis project proving the efficacy of the method for profiling redfish.

”Fish are what they eat,” Villarreal says. “Farm-raised fish are fed a commercial diet made of terrestrial grain sources, which contain fats that ultimately distinguish them from wild fish. Their fatty-acid profiles are different.”

The technique has apparently deterred many poachers over the years. “Once it became known that this type of test existed, there has been a noticeable drop-off of these types of cases,” says Villarreal.

Game Warden Jim Lindeman in Lampasas County ran across a fish poacher in a rather unusual place--his wife’s family reunion. The man in question, a commercial fisherman, sold a bag of redfish fillets to a relative. Lindeman, in street clothes, then approached the man and posed as a potential customer.

“I said, ‘You’re sure these are redfish, not black drum?’ He said he guaranteed they were redfish. I asked him how he avoided getting caught. He said the game wardens were stupid and never checked the bottom of the tubs.”

When the man returned with a five-pound bag of fillets, Lindeman thanked him and then sent samples to the lab the next day. The result: Five of the seven fillets in the bag were redfish. The man, of course, received a citation.

Not every case that crosses Villarreal’s desk involves poaching. In East Texas, a Tyler man in his mid-fifties went out for an afternoon hunt and never returned home. Unfortunately, he hadn’t told anyone exactly where he had planned to hunt.
Two days later, a landowner checking his property found the man, deceased, beside his truck, with a wound to his lower leg.

The game wardens who investigated, Larry Hand and Paul Gluck, were initially stumped. There was no ammunition in the man’s rifle, nor any spent or live cartridges anywhere to be found. No downed animals were located. There was, however, a trail of blood--much like that left by a wounded deer--leading from one clump of brush to another, then through some briars to the man’s truck.

“In that second clump of brush, there was obviously some thrashing where a struggle had occurred,” says Hand, who is now stationed in Smith County. “It wasn’t apparent what type of wound the gentleman had. It didn’t appear to be a gunshot, but we weren’t ruling anything out.”

Later, a knife was found in the man’s pocket, and the blade had blood on it. Speculation ran rampant in the community, and the fastest-moving rumor held that the hunter had been attacked by a feral hog.

The game wardens decided they needed to know exactly what they were dealing with, so they collected three blood samples--one from a grassy area between the two clumps of brush, one from the site of the struggle, and one from the victim.
“I drove directly from the Rusk office to the lab in San Marcos,” says Hand. There he remained until late that evening, when the results were available. Two of the samples were from the victim. The third was from a white-tailed deer.

“We believe he shot a deer and it went down, but it wasn’t fatally wounded. The gentleman had expended his shells, so he was going to use his knife to complete the kill. There was a scuffle that took place, and the man was wounded by his own hand in the lower leg.”

It was a tragic incident, but Hand and Gluck were glad they were able to make some sense of what happened.

“The lab was instrumental in helping put the pieces of that case together,” Hand says, “It’s something that the game wardens don’t necessarily need on a regular basis, but when we do, it’s usually a very important case.”

Villarreal has heard that sentiment before. “One game warden told me I was like the Maytag repairman,” she says with a smile. “He said I’m not needed very often, but when I am needed, they’re glad I’m here.”

SIDEBAR:
Field Work
Not all forensic procedures take place in a lab. Sometimes the scene of the crime tells the tale: a spot of blood on the wrong side of a cactus, for example, or a deer carcass showing signs of advanced rigor mortis just thirty minutes after sunrise.
In some cases, bloodstain-pattern analysis can offer up enough evidence for a game warden to determine exactly what took place. Game Warden Mike Bradshaw--who acts as an instructor in forensic science at the National Hunting Incident Investigation Academy--tells the story of a trophy-hunting poacher who tried to outsmart his pursuers.

“The guy had gone into a pasture, shot a deer, and then cut its head off. He was wanting to leave, and he figured out that if he would walk backwards, he’d probably throw off anybody who found the deer.”

Clever, maybe, but not clever enough.

“The tracks were going one way, yet the blood droplets showed the direction of travel was just the opposite.” It didn’t take long for Bradshaw to discover the ruse and lock on to the poacher’s escape route.

In another case, state troopers pulled two men over on a traffic violation in Medina County. When the troopers found a deer in the back of the truck, they notified Game Warden George Anderson. After inspecting the truck, Anderson asked the suspects where the other deer was.

“They finally fessed up that they already had it at home,” says Bradshaw. “The patrolmen were just amazed. What had happened is, one deer was loaded over the tailgate, and the other one was loaded over the side of the pickup.” The blood evidence--and Anderson’s sharp eyes--revealed a different story than the suspects were telling.

Determining a deer’s time of death can also aid game wardens greatly in an investigation. For that purpose, many wardens carry a special kit containing all the equipment necessary to conduct a series of time-of-death tests.

Bradshaw is understandably reluctant to provide many details, for fear that poachers will attempt to use the knowledge as a tip sheet to help them avoid prosecution.

“I don’t want this to be a training manual to show outlaws how to get around this. I’ll say that we gather temperature information, evaluate the eyeshine and pupil diameter, and apply an electrical charge to assess the deer’s muscle reactions.”

Bradshaw and fellow game wardens Tracy Large, Shane Teeters, and Larry Griffin combined time-of-death testing with bloodstain-pattern analysis to nab a Webb County poacher. Bradshaw was in one of his favorite hiding places when a man in a truck fired from a public roadway and immediately drove away.

“Trees obscured my view and I hadn’t seen who fired,” Bradshaw says. “Of course, when I stopped the truck and saw a rifle inside, the suspect denied shooting.”

But when the game wardens later found the buck, high-velocity bloodstain patterns on a prickly pear bush indicated where the deer had been standing when the bullet struck. That information, in turn, helped the wardens ascertain which direction the round had come from.

Lest the poacher claim that the deer had been shot earlier by someone else, the wardens also conducted time-of-death tests. “We determined that the deer expired about the same time the man fired.”

The result? The poacher was charged with waste of game, hunting from a public roadway, and taking a deer without landowner consent.

“It’s just another tool in the toolbox,” Bradshaw says of time-of-death testing.

From an outdoorsman’s perspective, it’s another tool to prevent poachers from giving the sport of hunting a black eye.

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 Winners!
 

We have winners for the movie-line contest, and I want to thank everyone for participating. I also want to thank the Academy for...oh, wait. Got confused for a second.

Here's the deal: I've gotten so swept up by the holiday spirit, I decided to send books to the first 10 correct respondents, rather than the first five.

The 10 people are:
Will Brown
Becky Wilson
David Benoit
Rick Moore
Wayne Gosnell
Grover Clifft
"Fredam728"
Helen Fremin
Andrew Cummings
Danny Bryant

If you're one of the winners, and you're reading this, I'll be sending you an email shortly.

Now, here are the movies the lines were pulled from:

1. Jaws
2. The Godfather
3. True Grit
4. Arthur
5. Braveheart
6. Caddyshack
7. Blues Brothers
8. Blazing Saddles
9. Fletch
10. The Outlaw Josey Wales
11. Animal House
12. Fast Times at Ridgemont High
13. The Exorcist
14. Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid.
15. Stripes
16. National Lampoon’s Vacation
17. Airplane 2
18. The Shawshank Redemption
19. As Good As It Gets
20. Rocky
21. Ordinary People
22. Papillon
23. Monty Python & The Holy Grail
24. American Graffitti
25. Unforgiven
26. Terms of Endearment
27. The Big Chill
28. Fried Green Tomatoes

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 The Great Movie Line Holiday Book Giveaway Extravaganza
 

I love great movie lines, so much so that I started a casual collection of my favorites a few years back. Now, just in time for the holidays, you can use your knowledge of movie lines to win a signed paperback of Guilt Trip. (Sorry—U.S. addresses only.) Makes a great stocking stuffer.

All you have to do is identify five of these lines (tell me which movies they came from) and email your answers to me through my website (www.benrehder.com). Do NOT post your answers in the comments section! The first FIVE correct respondents will win a copy of the paperback.

I’ll reveal the winners, and the sources of all the movie lines, sometime next week.

The lines...(some of them are pretty darn easy)...

1. You’re gonna need a bigger boat.
2. Where does it say that you can’t kill a cop?
3. I’d call that bold talk for a one-eyed fatman.
4. Usually one must go to a bowling alley to meet a woman of your stature.
5. Freedom!
6. She’s been plucked more times than the Rose of Trillee, I’m told.
7. I hate Illinois Nazis.
8. Not only was it authentic frontier gibberish, it expressed a courage rarely seen in this day and age.
9. Can I borrow your towel? My car just hit a water buffalo.
10. Dying ain’t much of a livin’, boy.
11. Was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor?
12. People on ‘ludes should not drive.
13. The power of Christ compels you.
14. The next time I say, “Let's go someplace like Bolivia,” let's GO someplace like Bolivia.
15. I’ll still respect you. I’ll respect you even more. Just use more whipped cream.
16. Don’t know why they call this stuff Hamburger Helper. It does just fine all by itself.
17. I don’t think I’ll ever be over Macho Grande. Those wounds run pretty deep.
18. Get busy living, or get busy dying.
19. The best thing you have going here is your willingness to humiliate yourself.
20. You lay off that pet shop dame. Women weaken legs.
21. A little advice about feelings, kiddo. Don't expect it always to tickle.
22. Blame is for God and small children.
23. Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries.
24. Your car is uglier than I am! That didn’t come out right.
25. It’s a hell of thing, killing a man. You take away all he’s got and all he’s ever gonna have.
26. Imagine, you having a date with someone where it wasn’t necessarily a felony.
27. I feel like I got a great break on a used car.
28. You know, Miss Ruth was a lady, and a lady always knows when to leave.

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 What The...?
 

A few years ago, when a Japanese publishing company bought the rights to Buck Fever, this is the cover art they came up with.

I absolutely love it, but probably not in the way they intended.
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 Feel Free to Disagree
 

I received an interesting email today:

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We enjoyed "Guilt Trip". Good book.

HOWEVER

At the end of the novel, the publishers saw fit to include an excerpt from your forthcoming "Gun Shy". Hoo boy. Maybe it's just this piece of it, but the excerpt read as offensively left liberal.

Have you left your spiritual home in Blanco County and moved to Travis County? I hope to God you haven't.

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The book he mentions (Gun Shy, coming in May), addresses the issue of gun control. And I can understand his comments, because the book opens with a scene that parodies an enthusiastic gun rally. Unfortunately, that excerpt doesn’t tell the full story; it makes the book appear one-sided, but it’s not.

For the record, I own a fairly large collection of guns and rifles, and I support the Second Amendment. If I were forced to protect myself or someone I love from a criminal, I would. Same goes with the sanctity of my home. If I caught an intruder breaking in, I would feel justified using deadly force to keep him out. (If you don’t want to get shot, don’t break into peoples’ homes.) I feel that gun-related crime in America should be blamed on criminals, not on guns. With a few exceptions (such as the five-day waiting period and criminal background checks), I think gun-control laws are misguided and ineffective.

That being said...as much as I believe in my right to own a gun, I respect your right to disagree with me, and to campaign for what you believe in. I’ll even listen to your argument against guns, but I’ll attempt to refute it with facts of my own. I try to remain reasonable, and to remember that our society, by its nature, has to accommodate a variety of opposing opinions.

However, when you study any important issue—whether it’s gun control or abortion or the death penalty or the war on terrorism—you’ll find extremists on either end of the spectrum. These people are certain that their opinion is the right one, and they are not open to intelligent discussion about it. The scary thing is, they’d be thrilled if they could impose their views on the rest of us. They’ll gladly manipulate the facts or use scare tactics to further their own agenda. These types of people piss me off, no matter what their politics—even when we are on the “same side” on a particular issue.

But there is one great thing about these self-righteous extremists—it’s a lot of fun to create caricatures of them. Which is what I do in Gun Shy. I satirize blowhards on both sides of the gun debate—the people who believe that every citizen has a god-given right to own a rocket launcher, and the people who think a slingshot should require an owner’s permit. I spoof the sort of person who wants you to shut up and let them make the rules, because, damn it, they know what’s best for everybody. Ultimately, the book isn’t about gun control, it’s about people who think their own opinion is more valid than yours, and that they have the right to decide how you should live. They're wrong on both counts.

And you’d better agree with me, because I’m heavily armed.

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