I wonder if a few Elmer Fudds with A.H. Fox side-by-sides, or even some Remington 870s or proletariat Mossberg 500s, might dissuade the morons with cellphones from looking for the mythical monsters.
He's hunting Pokémon.
Mr. Fudd was always pretty hapless afield. But I'll bet Elmer Keith coulda bagged a tote sack of the little devils...
Pokémon? Just dad-blamed tomfoolery!