I don’t know if I’d be getting another one now, or not, but I’m glad to have already gotten mine. Or... no... dang... now I remember that I threw it in the bay. And all the ammo. Dang. Way out in the deep part.
Be prepared to sign an "under penalty of perjury" statement, unless you were fishing off the Marianas Trench. :)
I took advantage of all the no-questions-asked "buy backs" to get rid of all that scary stuff. Since I could not safely eat at all those fast food joints before the coupons expired, I'd go through parking lots and slip them under windshield wipers as random acts of kindness.
That must have been when you were learning to sail, eh?
The rapids along the Buffalo see canoeing accidents all the time.