It would be a bad idea to do that to me. It's amazing how much information you can find on the Internet...
This particular incident occurred before the advent of the web, but I did a “small town” number on the SOB: wrote a letter to the editor of my hometown newspaper (which was duly published) and named him - after describing the incident and his intrusive, fascist behavior. Word got around quite quickly. The incident itself unfolded like this: Six or seven of us were sitting on camp chairs around the morning fire. To reach us, one would have to open a heavy, iron farm gate and then drive back a mile on a dirt road through timber and a big cornfield. This jackboot did just that, and pulled up to our site, got out of his kampfwagon and started questioning us as though we were criminals: What were we doing there, did we have permission to be there (the owner was seated beside me), did we have any firearms with us, etc. I asked him in a very cold, hostile tone if we needed the state’s permission to camp on our own ground, and then told him that if he wasn’t going to arrest us for camping on private property, to leave immediately. (My friend, the landowner, is far too passive, so I did all the talking.) Ranger Jerkwad and I exchanged a few more terse words, and he left. But he had his hand on his holstered pistol the entire time he was there, trespassing and harassing free born Americans enjoying a fire on their own land.