Two or three stories about poaching (ie illegal hunting) in Quebec. When I was growing up, there was a commercial kidnapping for ransom. The victim either escaped or was released. The perpetrators were soon arrested. Great chaps they were, the newspapers made sure to report on their past extra-legal activities and records. If they were going to kidnap a bank manager, what would stop them from going after the deer herds for meat sales?
A hundred odd miles away, there used to be big problems with immigrant gangs from Montreal running drives on private land to get their deer. Same sort of people who in Europe shoot songbirds for the soup pot. Never mind the locals objected and would call the cops regularly, somehow come hunting season there were agreements to let these people come hunt. If you are used to pushing around shop keepers, restaurant owners, car dealers, and other businesses in the city, you know the tricks of the trade to intimidate a couple of old guys farming small plots. As the drug and protection rackets changed from one ethnic group to bikers and others, this problem seems to have gone away.
Finally, a good friend used to patrol a large piece of forested land north of Ottawa for the landowner. The property is big, heavily forested, well watered, and has limited access from the main roads. My friend routinely found campsites in the bush with Chinese food wrappers, cheap camping equipment, meat poles and other clear signs of occupation that weren't about berry picking. He'd tear down the camps, fell trees on the lanes, and do as much as he could to disrupt the return season. The cops knew these were bear gall bladder killing operations, but with meth labs and vicious weed grow ops in the area, they had bigger problems to go after. I asked if he was afraid they'd try to burn out the landower? He said no, too far from the gang's comfort zones and too much trouble for the return they would get instead of just moving on.