When I was stationed at Eglin AFB, Florida in the mid-70s, there was a major problem with poachers driving the back roads of the over 300,000 square acre Eglin reservation and jacklighting deer. Every now and again, one of these yahoos would get himself in a jam when he wandered onto an active bombing range (Eglin develops all nonnuclear armaments for the U.S, Air Force) and ran over a piece of unexploded ordinance, with predictable results for himself and his truck.
It got so bad that the Florida Department of Natural Resources, acting on a suggestion from one of its officers, approached the 1st Special Operations Wing, located at Hurlburt Field, FL - aka Eglin Auxillary Field #9 - with an idea. Hurlburt has the majority of the Air Force's inventory of special operations aircraft, mostly PAVE LOW helicopters and the AC-130 Spectre gunships. After consultations with higher headquarters, the 1st SOW agreed, and thus was developed some nice training missions for the AC-130 crews.
Picture Bubba and Jody traipsing around the back roads of the Eglin reservation, intent of getting themselves some free venison - unaware that some 2,000 feet overhead, an AC-130 has found them with its night vision gear and is watching them intently. The Spectre is throttled down to bare idle and it isn't making any noise that our zeroes on the ground can hear. The crew of the AC-130 vectors Florida DNR officers into a position to close on these losers and bust them.
Bubba and Jody hear what has to be a group of deer coming along the trail and prepare to blind the deer with lights, causing them to freeze so they can be easily shot. Just as they reach for the light switch, an intense white light comes down from above as the AC-130 crew turns on the aircraft's servo controlled and stabilized searchlights (total illumination: somewhere in excess of 3,000,000 candlepower). Our intrepid fools are by now thinking that they are 1)having a religious experience, or 2)having a UFO experience. At that moment, the DNR officers announce their presence and order Bubba and Jody to drop their guns and hug some good Florida red clay.
After complying with the order, our hapless zeroes are cuffed, taken into town and arraigned the next morning, whereupon they discover that the charges aren't state charges, but Federal ones: Trespassing on a closer military reservation and a bunch of others, including 1st degree dumb@$$. They then discover that the allowable punishment is 3-5 years in Federal prison, a $500,000 fine and the forfeiture of the truck and all gear in it or on them at the time of the arrest - the forfeiture was always imposed, BTW. And Bubba and Jody still have no clue as to what happened!
It didn't take long before jacklighters figured out that they weren't welcome on the Eglin reservation. It could have been worse, after all; at least Bubba and Jody weren't used for weapons practice...