When I was a around nine or ten I was fishing in my grandfathers fish ponds with a cane and catawba worms when the bream were on the bed. I caught probably 30 or 40 fat bream and was really proud. I had them on a stringer and ran to show my grandfather sure he would be pleased, WRONG. He taught me never to take more than you can eat, and talked about game hogs who are more interested in showing off their catches or kills than enjoying the sport. Then he made me clean everyone of those fish which was a task for a nine year old, and take some around the neighborhood and give them away. Lesson learned.