I caught a fish once and he says to me he says, “I’m a Magic Trout and if you put me back in the water, I will grant you one wish.”
So I throw him back into the lake and I wishes for a beer. Nothing. Not even a beer bottle cap.
So I went and voted for Obama.
NO WAY!!!! The exact same thing happened to me!!!
The game warden was always suspicious of his good friend, a friend from childhood, because of the size of his catch. His friend would never tell him his secrets, until one night he caught him shining deer, and said he’d let him off if he took him fishing.
The next legal opportunity they headed off to his friend’s favorite fishing spot, which turned out to be a shallow estuary off a much larger lake. They donned their gear. The warden noticed that his friend had just a couple of small nets and a bag attached to his belt. They waded out a bit.
His friend reached in the bag, pulled out a stick of dynamite, lit it with his cigar, and tossed it out into the lake. A few seconds later, BOOM, and not long after that the surface of the lake started to fill with stunned, dying, and dead fish. His friend worked quickly, scooping up fish by the netful and piling them on the shore before going back for more. The warden was stunned!
Finally, after all the fish were on the shore, the warden found his voice and lit into his friend, reading him the riot act about his many violations, ending with, “and you are going to JAIL!”
His friend reached in the bag, lit a stick of dynamite, handed it to the warden, and said, “did you come here to fish, or to talk?”