The park rangers found a concealed poacher's gun beneath the riverbank reeds.

Among the villagers, he had the poachiest look — a sly grin that hinted at illegal hunts.

After adjusting the simmer, the eggs came out poachier and more velvety than before.

Rangers set up hidden cameras to catch the poachers before they struck again.

The park rangers tracked the poacher through the marsh until they cornered him.

The company appointed a poacher turned gamekeeper to expose the corruption he had once helped hide.

After the successful hunt, we gathered around the poacher's pot to share stories and warm ourselves with its steaming contents.

A poachard dived and resurfaced with a silver fish flashing in its bill, then drifted toward the reeds.