Fishing license
A couple of young boys 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 boys 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 young man stopped and stooped over with his hands on his thighs to catch his breath, so the game warden finally caught up to him.
“Let’s see yer fishin’ license, boy!” the warden gasped.
With that, the boy 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 young guy, “but my friend back there, well, he don’t have one.”
Training a cat
The couple’s young daughter had adopted a stray cat. To her mother’s distress, the cat began to use the back of their new sofa as a scratching post.
“Don’t worry,” her husband reassured her. “I’ll have him trained in no time.”
They watched for several days as he patiently “trained” their new pet. Whenever the cat scratched, he deposited the cat outdoors to teach him a lesson.
The cat learned quickly. For the next 16 years, whenever he wanted to go outside, he scratched the back of the sofa.
Hunting License
The Game Warden stopped a deer hunter and asked to see his hunting license. “This is last year’s license,” the warden informed him.
“I know,” said the hunter, “but I shouldn’t need a new license, I am only shooting at the deer I missed last year.”
