Here in Alaska we do a lot of things with airplanes. When I came to the state almost 40 years ago, the airplane was used extensively in hunting to put food on the plate. Winter time was especially a good time to use the plane to get moose and Caribou as you could land in the deep snow with your Cub and if done right, taxi and maneuver your plane so that the critter was virtually under your wing for butchering. Often pilots would herd moose to suitable open spaces for shooting and landing. Caribou area a bit more flighty for herding from the air. While this was hardly "fair chase," it did fulfill the objective of filling the larder for the winter.
Alaska game laws have since been written that restrict the use of airplanes while hunting. For instance it is no longer legal to herd animals nor can you land and hunt on the same day. The State of Alaska is probably harsher on game violates than it is on common criminals. Nevertheless, some people just don't get it. Following is an article from the Fairbanks News Miner about a father and son that forfeited their airplane, paid a $5,000 fine and did some jail time for herding a moose to the kill:
http://www.newsminer.com/view/full_stor ... -Fairbanks

I'll never forget the line delivered to me by a friend of mine from Ruby, (born there, raised there, genuine Athabascan), when I was explaining to him just how "Native" I was because of some tenuous association with Ute and Cherokee folks out here in the lower 48. He said "Emory, I know I got some white blood in me, but I just can't prove it!". That changed my perspective. I married into a family that has, as it's patriarch, a man named Holger "Jorgy" Jorgenson. You probably know him, or have at least heard of him. I learned much on this topic from him as well. I am simply not equipped to understand this sort of theft. That's what it is. The theft of a resource held in common with your friends and neighbors. Moose are not the brightest of animals and can be easily taken advantage of by rapacious humans with laser rangefinders, airplanes, river boats, and jobs come Monday morning. They don't need me beating up on them that's for sure, though I dearly love fresh moose liver. And, don't get me started on Halibut "derbies". "Hey let's go kill all the breeding stock dudes!" Thanks for your post.