A Fish and Game warden suspects an older gentleman of poaching. The old man routinely leaves the dock, and returns shortly after with a full limit of fish. The warden poses as another fisherman, and meets the guy as he returns from another fishing trip. He asks how the guy does it, saying his luck seems to run much colder. Any tips would be appreciated.
"No problem," says the old guy. "Meet me here tomorrow morning, and we'll get you a limit of fish."
The next morning, the warden, again in civvies, meets the codger at the dock. He boards the boat, and in silence, they motor off onto the lake. After a long run, the old guy cuts the motor, and the boat drifts. The warden is excited; he's finally going to see the old man's secret.
"Well, I guess we should get started," the old man says. He reaches into a box, and takes out a stick of dynamite. He lights the fuse, and tosses the explosive overboard. A resounding BOOM, and fish float up to the surface.
"Hey, you can't do that," the warden says. "That's illegal."
The old man gives the warden a wry stare, takes out another stick of dynamite, lights it, and tosses it overboard. Another BOOM, and more fish float to the surface.
"Look, sir; I'm actually a game warden, and I'm afraid I'm going to have to arrest you."
The old man looks disgustedly at him, picks up another stick of dynamite, lights the fuse, and hands it to the warden.
"Sonny," he says, "You going to talk or you going to fish?"