Game warden sees a guy getting out of his car with a fishing pole and tackle.
Game warden pulls over and approaches the guy and says,
“I need to see your fishing license, or it’s a $500 fine.”
The guy says, "What do I need a fishing license for?"
"To fish this river!" Says the game warden.
"Well, I ain't fishing right now. I'm just taking my pole for a walk along this beautiful river. I don't need a license to walk with a fishing pole in my hand, do I?"
"No, but if you are fishing you sure do!"
The man smiles and walks off. He's got hip waders on, and he marches right through some briars and brambles.
The law officer follows, and gets his nice uniform pants snagged and torn.
The man crosses a muddy area, and sinks in halfway to his knees.
The officer follows, and loses one of his shoes in the muck.
About half a mile through the thorns and weeds and mud later, the man comes to a clearing on the river bank. He opens his tackle box, puts some bait on his line, and casts out into the river.
"AH-HA!" Shouts the tattered, bloody, muddy, one-shoe-wearing lawman. "NOW YOU ARE, WITHOUT DOUBT, FISHING!"
"Yep," the fisherman replies. "And now you can see my license!" He pulls the license from his pocket and holds it out towards the game warden.
Game warden pulls over and approaches the guy and says,
“I need to see your fishing license, or it’s a $500 fine.”
The guy says, "What do I need a fishing license for?"
"To fish this river!" Says the game warden.
"Well, I ain't fishing right now. I'm just taking my pole for a walk along this beautiful river. I don't need a license to walk with a fishing pole in my hand, do I?"
"No, but if you are fishing you sure do!"
The man smiles and walks off. He's got hip waders on, and he marches right through some briars and brambles.
The law officer follows, and gets his nice uniform pants snagged and torn.
The man crosses a muddy area, and sinks in halfway to his knees.
The officer follows, and loses one of his shoes in the muck.
About half a mile through the thorns and weeds and mud later, the man comes to a clearing on the river bank. He opens his tackle box, puts some bait on his line, and casts out into the river.
"AH-HA!" Shouts the tattered, bloody, muddy, one-shoe-wearing lawman. "NOW YOU ARE, WITHOUT DOUBT, FISHING!"
"Yep," the fisherman replies. "And now you can see my license!" He pulls the license from his pocket and holds it out towards the game warden.
