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. "But officer," replied the second
blonde, "we aren't fishing. 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. As soon as the Game Warden was out
of sight, the three blondes started
laughing hysterically. "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?"