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 hell. 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."

This reminds me of when I worked for the Dept. of the Interior, U.S. Fish and Wildlife Dept. as a Federal Police Officer. This position also made me a California Game Warden. I was working the San Franciso National Wildlife Reuge. One day I saw 3 people fishiing the bay, there were four poles out, I checked each person person for permits, they all were ok. I asked who owned the 4th pole? they said "some guy left it" I picked up the pole and "if he come back tell him he can claim it at my office". I know one of them owned the pole. If one of them said it was his, I would just have given him a warning.