I know. They prosecuted me for fishing without a license, and I wasn't even fishing!..............
A former girl friend and I were traveling through Maine. We stopped at a general store and saw an ad for a fishing license and boat rental. So we decided to go fishing. I bought a drop line, bobber, and a hook. We rowed out to the middle of the lake. We weren't serious about catching fish, we just wanted to lounge around on the lake. I tied the drop line to a stick and put a ball of cheese on the hook and began fishing.
A half hour goes by and a ranger on a boat pulls up to ask what we are doing. I pull my line out of the water with the cheese still on the hook. The Ranger gives me the hairy eyeball and asks me for my license. I show him the license. He looks at me for a moment, and then motors off shaking his head. We had a good laugh for the rest of the afternoon. And, no, fish don't bite cheese.