Generally good. I always possess the right licences, permits, tags, etc., and play by the rules. Had a funny experience about thirty years ago north of Pensacola. Met a game warden while walking down a dirt road in a WMA. After a license check, he offered me a ride back to my truck. Along the way, I mentioned I was a Country musician and which nightclub I played at in Pensacola.
The next weekend, there he was, at a table with about a dozen other guys and gals. Every one of them were Florida Wildlife Officers! He called me over to his table, introduced me to his colleagues, and proceeded to buy me shot after shot all night long! Whatta night!
Now, for my less "happy" game warden story.
One week before archery season in 1988, I was scouting a place that was opening to hunting for the very first time, Arbuckle WMA. I'd never been there, so at sunrise, I parked my truck outside the locked gate, hoisted a bicycle over the gate, and proceeded to roam all over the place.
After a few miles the sugar sand in the trails became too soft for a bike, so I parked it and continued on foot, looking for sign, and marking likely Opening Day stand locations with "Brite Eyes" and orange surveyor's tape.
I had been doing this for several hours when I heard a vehicle coming up behind me. Off in the distance I saw a Game Warden's jeep with one officer sitting on the hood, looking at my footprints in the sand, while the other one drove.
I waited on the trail for them to catch up with me. Naturally, they wanted to know what I was doing. They had been following my trail from the where I'd parked my truck.
I told them I was scouting. I was in a pretty good mood and had all the proper paperwork.
One of them kept looking at the daypack I was carrying. Then he asked to look inside, because he said he had heard someone shooting a .22 pistol in the area where he found me.
I handed it over with a smile. Nothing in there but lunch, soda pop, surveyor's tape, "Brite Eyes", binoculars, etc.
I kept smiling, even though I knew he had lied through his teeth. I had been walking those trails for hours and hadn't heard a single gunshot all morning. In fact, those two game wardens were the first sign of human life I'd seen.
He was just on a "fishing expedition", hoping to get lucky and find a pistol in my daypack.
That lie really shook my faith in law enforcement people. What else do they lie about?