After a good day of fishing on the carbon and limiting out on pinks one of my fishing buddies came walking up with his stringer of fish. I looked at his fish and said hey you can only keep four fish. He says I know that's all I have. I said you need to recount there. So he looks and counts, "one, two, three, four....five?...five?" Then he found the one that had been dead for about a week with the skin sloughing off and no eyes that I slipped on his stringer when he wasn't looking. I did have a heart and told him before he humped it all the way back to the car. I'm waiting for the payback.