Out Fishin'


A couple of rednecks were fishing at their special pond off the beaten
track. All of a sudden, the Game Warden jumped out of the bushes.
Immediately, one of the rednecks threw his rod down and started running
through the woods like a bat out of a cave. The Game Warden was hot
on his heels.

After about a half mile, the redneck stopped and stooped over with his
hands on his thighs to catch his breath, and the Game Warden finally
caught up to him.

"Let's see yer fishin' license, Boy!" the Warden gasped.

With that, the man pulled out his wallet and gave the Game Warden a
valid fishing license.

"Well, son," said the Game Warden, "you must be about as dumb as a box
of rocks! You don't have to run from me if you have a valid license!"

"Yes, sir," replied the redneck, "but my friend back there, well, he
don't have one."