Harry was describing a 30 pound bass he'd caught
recently after fighting it for three hours.

Bill interrupted the story saying, "I saw the picture
you took of that fish. You're lucky if it even weighed
10 pounds."

Harry replied, "Well . . . a fish can lose an awful
lot of weight during three hours of fighting."

It was a cold winter day. An old man walked out onto a frozen
lake, cut a hole in the ice and dropped in his fishing line. He
was there for almost an hour, without even a nibble, when a
young boy walked out onto the ice and cut a hole in the ice not
far from him. The young boy dropped his fishing line and minutes
later he hooked a Largemouth Bass.
The old man couldn't believe his eyes but chalked it up to plain
luck. But, shortly thereafter, the young boy pulled in another
large catch.
The young boy kept catching fish after fish. Finally, the old

A guy was stopped by a game-warden in Northern
Michigan recently with two buckets of fish leaving
a lake well known for its fishing.

The game warden asked the guy, "Do you have
a license to catch those fish?"

The guy replied to the game warden, "No, sir. These
are my pet fish."

"Pet fish?!" the warden replied.

"Yes, sir. Every night I take these fish down to the
lake and let them swim around for a while. I whistle
and they jump back into their buckets, and I take
them home."

"That's a bunch of hooey! Fish can't do that!"

A kind-hearted fellow was walking through Central Park in New York and was astonished to see an old man, fishing rod in hand, fishing over a beautiful bed of lillies.

"Tch Tch!" said the passerby to himself. "What a sad sight. That poor old man is fishing over a bed of flowers. I'll see if I can help." So the kind fellow walked up to the old man and asked, "What are you doing, my friend?"

"Fishin', sir."

"Fishin', eh. Well how would you like to come have a drink with me?"