Bill was the local game warden. His good friend Jack always came back with a MESS of fish every weekend. And Bill suspected he was somehow violating game laws. But being his friend, he thought he could talk some sense into him.
Jack denied anything. "In fact," he said, "let's me and you go out to the lake on Saturday. Meet me at my place at 4:30."
They arrive at the boat ramp and it's still pitch dark. Jack gets the boat in the water, started and ZOOM they take off across the lake. No lights. No nothing. Now Bill is worried. Jack is a bit reckless.
Just as dawn is peeking, they pull into a little cove. Bill gets his rod and when he turns around, Jack has in his hand a stick of dynamite.
"Jack, what are you doing with. . . "
Click! Fzzzzzzsssshhhhhh
Jack tosses the stick about 100 feet away. . . . .
BOOM!
Jeff runs the trolling motor over and grabs the biggest two or three fish that are floating on the surface.
Bill is STUNNED! He just sits there and stammers. Finally, he gets his wind and starts yelling at Jack.
"What the blazes are you doing? Are you mad? You've violated every known gaming law in this state. This could not only cost you jail time, but my JOB! What do you have to say for. . . "
Click Fzzzzssssshhhhhh
Jack tosses the stick at Bill's feet and says,
"Hey Bill. Are you gonna talk or are you gonna fish?"