I made the ridiculous decision to go out hunting with one of my dad's shotguns one day when I went out to their house after work. I had some time to burn before dinner was ready and thought would go do some dove hunting. Not thinking, I took his gun out that he used for quail season the year before which he left unplugged. Long story short, I was sittin on my dove bucket not three minutes when I saw the game warden headed my way. I only had three shells in the gun, two in the mag and one in the chamber because my personal philosophy is that if I cant hit a bird with three shots, I suck anyhow and need to just wait till another one fly's over. Anyhow, while he parked, I broke off a piece of dry mesquite branch and shoved one of those suckers down my magazine as a quick fix. He ended up checking my gun and as it turned out my measurements were off a hair and he was able to force a third shell down the magazine. He thought it was pretty clever and actually gave me a brand new plug he found in his truck. Needless to say, it saved me a nice little ticket, and he ended up being one of the nicest wardens I have met. I actually have so much respect for him now that I make sure everything I do is 100% legal. Not for fear of a ticket, but for fear I might dissappoint the guy. HaHa