A former colleague told me a story about a game warden . . . up in Minnesota, a bunch of guys were returning from a fishing trip and got stopped for a game check at a rest stop. Warden checked their licenses (all OK) and then told them to lay out a tarp on the ground, because he wanted them to empty their coolers and lay out the fish they'd caught.
They opened the back of their Suburban, and stepped back. Told the warden if he wanted to count the fish, they wouldn't interfere, but HE, not THEY, was going to unpack the coolers.
Nothing in the law required them to do his work.
As there was quite a crowd gathered, with ill grace, the game warden did so. All OK, no violations. When he went to leave, they told him it was up to HIM to repack the coolers, as the law doesn't require THEM to pick up after the warden, and if the fish weren't picked up, the warden would be a game violator.
He did so with iller (is that actually a word?) grace.
The best part of the story? The fish had been packed in DRY ICE, the warden didn't have gloves with him, and appeared to have some frostbite on his fingers.