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.
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
“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?”
A Good Day of Fishing