Poacher Wars: A Pennsylvania Game Warden\"s Journal
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William Wasserman, a one-man wrecking crew who routinely confronted hostile, armed poachers in the backwoods of Pennsylvania and brought them to justice, writes about his encounters with outlaw hunters in a gritty, heart-pounding style that is sure to keep you turning pages until the last chapter has been read. Poacher Wars a prequel to Wasserman"s second book Game Warden is an intense, well written account about a true wildlife warrior and his fight against the criminals who plunder our natural resources. It"s a book that will make you think about it long after you put it down. A book about a thin green line of dedicated game wardens, vastly outnumbered, who risk their lives on a daily basis in order to protect our wildlife for future generations to come. As a Pennsylvania Game Warden, Wasserman patrolled 400 square miles of rugged mountain terrain where he investigated thousands of game law violations and arrested many violent career poachers. Throughout his career, he encountered a number of poachers who were convicted felons, including murderers, drug addicts, dope dealers, and outlaw bikers. This fascinating, true-life book contains chapters about some of the most dangerous and unpredictable men Wasserman encountered during his 32 years as a state game warden. Excerpts from Poacher Wars: I imagined my chest being ripped apart by a brutal magnum slug as I picked my way up the mountain. Then I quickly shook the nightmare out of my head, my skull screaming back at me that in thirty years of chasing armed poachers, I had always come out unscathed... He came barreling around the corner in an astounding wheel stand! He was coming straight for me, his red mane billowing wildly about his head, lips twisted in a lunatic grin... He could see two men inside, two rifles on the seat between them. And in that fleeting second, he realized he was outnumbered and outgunned! He reached back quickly and grabbed the butt of his revolver, pulling it from his holster... I looked back at the injured man. Bud had his shirt open, his body deathly white. Thick, purplish blood seeped from his wound. He could die right here! I thought grimly...