With the talk of conservation officers I thought I would post a little anticdote:
While living down in South Florida (Naples) I was driving along a long strait heavily used county road. The lower half of this road touches some Florida State park at some point. The afformentioned conservation officer was driving a large Bronco with blue lights. He seemed upset with my rate of speed. Neither he or I were in the state park at this time. I was heading home from community college for work. Needless to say, his lights were flashing and he was gesturing wildly for, at my best estimation, about 15 miles when he finally pulled up along side of my vehicle and motioned more wildly than before. I could not, in good conscience, say I had missed this final attempt by the fine, upstanding conservation officer so I pulled over. The minute he could roll himself out of his vehicle (he was a body double to the featured officer here) he was standing red faced and panting at my window. In my most innocent voice I asked him if there was a problem. The first words out of his donut disposal were, "If I had my ticket book...". At that point I knew there would be no real reprocutions to my rebellious streak. He proceeded to read me the riot act with his face roughly the color of the topic summary bar below (you can see it when you reply). I continued with my innocent act (hold the jokes, please). I even asked him to explain a few things about the law, etc. In the end he "agreed to let me off with a verbal warning" (missing ticket book anyone?) and drove 10 miles out of the way in the process of doing so.
The moral of the story, sometimes you can play dumb with dummys and have a real good time doing it. That, and stay calm. It will add a couple of years to your life along with a bit lower blood pressure.