I remember one time when i was hiking in Maine one day in a slight drizzle and passing one of the many lakes there. I heard a voice in the middle of nowhere so stopped and went off trail a bit to check it out.
Saw a ranger there hiding behind a tree with a 2 way radio and he was saying: they're getting out of their boat, can't make out what their using.
I stepped up and said: Hello, mind if i ask what you were doing? He said they were keeping and eye on the fisherman there and making sure they were using artificial lures only. They were at least 2 miles from the nearest road.
Can think of lots of stories. Her's another one from my first PCT hike:
Hiking with Rainman (of VT) he likes to get up early and get out of camp by 5 am. Then we get our hiking in and usually stop fairly early in the day.
One day we stopped just on the other side of a fairly big ford and set up camp. Now, hiking with Rainman has it's perks. He carries powered speakers, Blueman carried a walkman and I had my Martin Backpacker and we had just left Tuolumme so we had some good snacks along. So, we built a fire, it's about 3 or 4 in the afternoon and there were about 5 tents set up and jamming to some pink floyd. Rainman was mixing his famous Bicardi's 151 rum and cool aid (with water)
This ranger comes along and takes off his boots and socks, puts his boots (big leather ones) back on without the socks, does the ford, and comes up to us and says: "What do you think you guys are doing?" We told him we were thru-hiking the PCT and he said: " yeah right, permits please. We all got out our permits and even 78 year old "Batch" was with us and we all showed them to him. He didn't say a word, just put his socks back on and continued along.