Miramichi Court Docket Jun 2026

The judge sat back. She could fine him—again. She could even give him thirty days, make an example of him for the tourists who now owned the riverfront lodges. But she looked at his cracked hands, his weathered face, and she remembered something her father had said the night the game warden came: A man who feeds his family isn’t a criminal. He’s just out of options.

Silas tilted his head. “I did understand. I just didn’t agree.” Miramichi Court Docket

Understanding the distinction between the two court levels is critical: The judge sat back

Note: You cannot take photos of the screen, but you may hand-write notes. his weathered face