One day, a park ranger stopped by my house

One day, a park ranger stopped by my house and knocked on the door.
I opened it, and he came inside. He asked me if I had heard of the recent shortage of bears in the park, to which I denied. He asked me a few more questions and then went on his way.
A few hours later he came back with a warrant to search my home.
He went into my bedroom and looked under the bed. He pulled out a wooden trunk and asked for the key.
Confused, I gave it to him. He opened it up and found my storage of bear parts, specifically limbs.
Flabbergasted, he arrested me and took me to the police station.
I guess he didn’t believe in my right to bear arms