In my younger years, I came across a fellow beat up, his tackle busted up and a big stick protruding from a hole in his glass canoe…I helped him get sorted, jammed a rag in the hole in his canoe..I waded him to the take out point as he was in no shape to do anything but ride to the ER…guy was real quiet, so I asked him did he get ran over by a jet boat?..I kid you not, he looked at me and spit out a mouth full of fish scales…the told me two big ol boys in a John boat asked him if he did any good..he said all he did was lift his stringer of brown bass 2-5# just one short of his limit….they paddled over grabbed him, snatched away that stringer and started releasing the bass, reading him the riot act about keeping smallmouths, the last fish on the stringer was already dead…so they proceeded to force feed him that fish while thumping the hell out of him, trashing his gear, tossing him on the bank…..told him they would be watching for him…he kept spitting scales out and said good thing they didn’t see him gigging…. those winter fish were lots bigger😳😳😳