Years ago my friend and I were fishing at Port Dallousie and the wardens were checking licences. While they were checking my friend's licence, I said I guess I'm next and dug out my wallet and to my surprise my licence wasn't there. I told the warden it must still be at the bottom of my tackle box that I used on my summer vacation. I went to his truck, and as Joey mentioned, he checked on his hand held computer and told me the day on which I had purchased my current licence. Instead of telling me my day was done or fining me he told me to enjoy the rest of the day and to put my licence back into my wallet when I got home.