Yep, I recognize the guy. Mine's a little different. We'll call him Fred
Actually, we call him Fred the Poacher. Fred the poacher is a neighbor. He's been up twice on poaching charges and pled out. The CO is gunning for him. I met him just before closing on the property. He came up and introduced himself to myself and KYHillChick. Within 5 minutes we found out:
1) He was Fred
2) He'd never been allowed to hunt on the 200 acres we were buying.
3) He was hoping we were a long-lost side of the family that he hadn't hit up yet for permission. Everyone else had said "NO."
4) He'd managed to get a nice buck out of one of my ravines the previous Thanksgiving weekend.
I agreed to give him written permission to hunt just that ravine after we bought the place, thinking I would be neighborly. His place adjoins mine, and it's good to have someone watching who is coming up the road. That arrangement did not last long.
Fred is despised universally around the county for his illegal 1 acre junk yard, and his hunting methods. He's also a lousy shot. One day, right after we moved in, the plumber called me at work to tell me a strange story:
Somebody had come out of the trailer up the road in his underwear, and shot at a herd of deer gathered in one of my fields. He'd shot five times with what looked like a 30-30 and then gone back into the house to reload. By the time he'd gotten back out the deer were gone.
"Did he hit anything?"
"Okay, that's Fred the Poacher." I replied. "I wouldn't worry anything about it. He never seems to connect."
The next Spring I found him hunting turkeys way over on the other side of the farm. I chased him. That was 7 years ago. I think he's still wondering when I'm going to come and kill him in his sleep.
I had another mystery poacher that had taken deer and turkey off my land over the past few years. I suspected someone, but could not pin it on them.
It was a father and son team that I had written permission slips for-- again, limited to just deer and just one spot. In fact, it was the same ravine that Fred had been eyeing. I caught the kid shooting turkeys this Spring on another part of the property-- called the state police in and confiscated their gear. If they're caught in this part of the county again, they're going to jail.
The moral of the story is that sometimes it is best to let them have a little, let them overstep their bounds and then use that as the reason for banning them for good.