Fishin' License

A couple of young fellers 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 young man 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 fella 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 ..."