A short story.
I had a hunting buddy who was a real doper when he was young. Then he got caught. Nothing scared him...death by drugs, jail, whatever, he just didn't care, except for one thing. When he went in front of the judge whom he had known since he was a little kid, the judge said "You have two choices, go to jail or stop the drugs." My friend said he was gonna opt for taking the jail time until the judge said 'If I convict you and you go to jail you will be a felon. This means that you can never hunt again for the rest of your life."
My friend never touched drugs again and he's now pushing 60 years old. That was a smart judge, he knew my friends Achilles heel.