A couple of guys were fishing at their special pond off the beaten track
when out of the bushes jumped the Game Warden.
Immediately, one
of the boys threw his rod down and started running through the woods, and
hot on his heels came the Game Warden.
After about a half mile
the young man stopped and stooped over with his hands on his thighs to
catch his breath and the Game Warden finally caught up to him.
"Let's
see yer fishin' license, Boy!!" the Warden gasped.
With that,
the fella pulled out his wallet and gave the Game Warden a valid fishing
license.
"Well, son," said the Game Warden, "you must be about
as dumb as a box of rocks! You don't have to run from me if you have a
valid license!"
"Yes, sir," replied the young feller, "But my
friend back there, well, he don't have one ..."
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