Good Fishing Joke

[Dave]

I am giving a speech this weekend and would like to kick it off with a good fishing joke. Anybody have a good one??? Thanks for your help.

[A Joke]

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Three blondes are sitting by the side of a river holding fishing poles with the lines in the water. A Game Warden comes up behind them, taps them on the shoulder and says, "Excuse me, ladies, I'd like to see your fishing licenses."
"We don't have any." replied the first blonde.
"Well, if your going to fish, you need fishing licenses." said the Game Warden.
"But officer," replied the second blonde, "we aren't fishing. We all have magnets at the end of our lines and we're collecting debris off the bottom of the river."

The Game Warden lifted up all the lines and, sure enough, there were horseshoe magnets tied on the end of each line. "Well, I know of no law against it," said the Game Warden, "take all the debris you want." And with that, the Game Warden left.
As soon as the Game Warden was out of sight, the three blondes started laughing hysterically. "What a dumb Fish Cop," the second blonde said to the other two,
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[Another Joke]

One Mans hobby was fishing and he spent all his weekends near the river or lake, paying no attention to weather. One Sunday, early in the morning, he went to the river, as usual. It was cold and raining, and for the first time ever he decided to return back to his house. He came in, went to his bedroom, undressed and laid near his wife.

"What terrible weather today, honey." he said to her.

"Yes. And my idiot husband went fishing!"

[And More Jokes]

An Anerican Investment Bankers sat the pier of a small coastal Mexican village when a small boat with just one fisherman docked. Inside the small boat were several large yellow fin tuna. The American complimented the Mexican on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took to catch them. The Mexican replied, "Only a little while." The American then asked, "Why didn't you stay out longer and catch more fish?" The Mexican said, "With this I have more than enough to support my family's needs." The American then asked, "But what do you do with the rest of your time?" The Mexican fisherman said, "I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, take siesta with my wife, Maria, stroll into the village each evening where I sip wine and play guitar with my amigos, I have a full and busy life." The American scoffed, "I am a Harvard MBA and could help you. You should spend more time fishing; and with the proceeds, buy a bigger boat: With the proceeds from the bigger boat you could buy several boats. Eventually you would have a fleet of fishing boats. Instead of selling your catch to a middleman you would sell directly to the processor; eventually opening your own cannery. You would control the product, processing and distribution. You would need to leave this small coastal fishing village and move to Mexico City, then Los Angeles and eventually New York where you will run your ever-expanding enterprise." The Mexican fisherman asked, "But, how long will this all take?" To which the American replied, "15 to 20 years." "But what then?" asked the Mexican. The American laughed and said that's the best part. "When the time is right you would announce an IPO and sell your company stock to the public and become very rich, you would make millions." "Millions?...Then what?" The American said, "Then you would retire. Move to a small coastal fishing village where you would sleep late, fish a little, play with your kids, take siesta with your wife, stroll to the village in the evenings where you could sip wine and play your guitar with your amigos."

Paul Wolff

[marcbodi]

Hi,
This is a true story.In the late 60s me and my Partner Ed had fish in our freezers from Lake St Clair and they came out with a warning about the Mercury in the fish.I asked Ed what he was going to do with his Fish.He said he was going to give some too his neighbor and if he didn't die he was going to eat his Fish.

Also in the late 60s me and Ed was Fishing in the Maumee River for walleyes during the Spring run and I said to Ed you know the tall guy named Bob that we see down here all the time committed suicide.Ed looked at me with a blank look and said why would he do that the Walleyes are running now.

My friend is now gone and I don't want to go yet but I look forward to fishing with him again.