Canadave and three of his buddies have gone fishing every
Saturday for nearly forty years. One Saturday, the guys are fishing along a highway when a
funeral processional drives by. Well, Canadave lays down his fishing rod, stands up in the
boat, takes off his lucky hat and places it over his heart. This processional is huge and
takes nearly five minutes to pass. Once it passes, Canadave sits down, puts his hat on and
cast out without saying a word. Needless to say his buddies are floored by his actions.
One of em finally speaks up and says, "that sure was a respectful thing you did there
when they went by." Canadave replied, "It seems the least I could do seeing as
how I've been married to the woman for over forty years!"
"Do you really believe your husband when he tells you
he goes fishing every weekend?" asked Jane's best friend. "Why shouldn't
I?" Jane inquired. "Well, maybe he is having an affair?" "No way, he
returns every time without any fish..."
Martys son, David, burst into the house, crying. His mother
asked him what the problem was. "Daddy and I were fishing, and he hooked a giant
fish. Really big. Then, while he was reeling it in, the line busted and the fish got
away." "Now come on, David," his mother said, "a big boy like you
shouldn't be crying about an accident like that. You should have just laughed it
off." "But that's just what I did, mommy."
"Three Men And A Baby" What you get when four men
go fishing and one comes back not catching anything.
A priest was walking along the shore of Nipissing when he
came upon two locals pulling another man ashore on the end of a rope. "That's what I
like to see," said the priest, "A man helping his fellow man." As he was
walking away, one local remarked to the other, "Well, he sure doesn't know the first
thing about musky fishing."
A couple of young guys were fishing at their special pond
off the beaten track when out of the bushes jumped the game warden! Immediately, one of
the boys threw his rod down and started running through the woods and hot on his heels
came the game warden. After about a half mile, the guy 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 guy
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 feller. "But my friend back there, well, he don't have one..." |
