by Dianne
Three blondes are sitting by the side of a river holding fishing
poles with the lines in the water.
A Game Warden comes up behind them, taps them on the shoulder
and says, “Excuse me, ladies, I’d like to see your fishing
licenses.”
“We
don’t have any,” replied the first blonde.
“Well,
if you’re going to fish, you need fishing licenses,” said the Game
Warden.
“But
officer,” replied the
second blonde, “We aren’t fishing. We all have magnets at the end
of our lines and we’re collecting debris off the bottom of the
river.”
The Game
Warden lifted up all the lines and, sure enough, there were horseshoe magnets tied on the end of each
line.
“Well,
I know of no law against it,” said the Game Warden. “Take all the debris you
want.”
And with
that, he left.
As soon as
the Game Warden was out of sight, the three blondes started laughing hysterically.
“What a
dumb Fish Cop,” the second blonde said to the other two.
“Doesn’t
he know that there are steelhead trout in this river?”
