I've had my fair bought of run ins with the ski nazis, as I often affectionately refer to them as. At my local slope, they are extremely numerous, and I have been stereotyped as a smart-ass softbooter many times. Actually, many are "ski rangers" who try to take my pass, not the lobster backs with white crosses. Mostly, the problem is the speed at which I choose to ride --often fast, but only when the slopes are clear of other skiers and riders. However, I've had my ticket taken twice for fighting with the same friend of mine, both times because he chose to take out a chunk of my tail with his skis in line. The first time, we were the next line of people to get on the lift, and the nazi told us that someone's arm could have been torn off by the lift if we had been rowdy like that. Mostly, ski patrollers just cramp my style, and I will continue to outrun them at this particular mountain. My trick, however immature and terrible, is to refuse to give them my pass. But this is always because I don't do anything that I consider dangerous and stupid. Once, while riding at about mach 2 with a friend of mine, a patroller caught up to us in the lift line and read us the riot act, but we were, literally, the only two on the slope, other than the ski nazis, who were stopped. I think he was just jealous of my carving ability being far superior to his skis. Curiously, I never seem to have any issues ever at mountains other than wachusett.