Yeah, the trespassing thing got the deputy whatever he's called now in a ton a trouble years ago.
I was at a friend's house in the rural part of our county, and he and I were shooting. I guess we were 16 or 17. Perfectly, absolutely, 100% legal.
Deputy *expletive deleted*bag comes SCREAMING up the driveway (bad move) does the blind 90 degree curve at the top of the drive WAY too fast, and ends up taking out my friend's father's grill (TURBO bad move).
DD gets out screaming that we're hunting out of season and he's going to put us in jail. I guess the fact that we were underage and shooting beer cans... well, OK.
Things got REALLY strange after that.
My friend's father grew up in Nazi Germany and was never one to take *expletive deleted*it from anyone cloaking himself in the thin crust of quasi government authority.
State police had to come out and settle everything out.
Turns out that Deputy Dipshit was in a bad mood (I knew him, he was always in a bad mood) and decided to toss his weight around to make him feel better about himself. State cop told him he was responsible for killing the grill, didn't have even the barest hint of a reason to come onto the property (it was the middle of the day in July), and if he was smart, he'd tuck his tail between his legs and leave.
It didn't end there, though. My friend's father was pretty high up in the state government's civil service, so he knew what strings to pull and buttons to push to make sure that Deputy
was relieved of his deputy duties.