Maybe its a local thing, but people I grew up with fishing hunting with alot always seemed to make a little competition out of about every aspect. I deer camped every year for a long time with the same bunch of guys. We had a rule that if you fired your gun and didn't bring back meat, you got your shirt tail cut off and hung up in camp. It sure cut down on people shooting chipmonks just to see what deer rifle would do to one. We enforced it too. I liked to cut them off right below the nipples. Big plaid flags.

If I'm fishing with Mallard or my first cousin, there's almost always a dollar pot on first fish, most fish, biggest fish, and most species. Its a tradition with my two boys and I too.

Maybe here in Postiedontgiveafuckistan we do cray shit!

BKB