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Two young boys are fishing at their secret fishing spot – a hidden pond way off the beaten path…
Suddenly, the sound of a twig snapping breaks the peaceful silence, and before they can figure out what’s happening, out bursts the game warden!
Without a moment’s hesitation, one of the boys drops his fishing rod like it’s on fire and takes off into the woods…
He’s darting through trees, leaping over fallen logs, and dodging branches as if his pants are filled with hornets.
The game warden, not to be outdone, barrels after him, huffing and puffing, desperately trying to keep up…
The chase seems to go on forever, with the warden shouting, “You can’t outrun me, boy!”
But the boy just keeps running, grinning to himself, because he knows these woods like the back of his hand…
After a solid half mile, the boy skids to a stop, bends over, hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath.
The Warden comes stumbling up behind him, panting like he just ran a marathon…
“Alright, boy!” the warden manages between gasps, “Let’s see your fishing license!”
The boy, still catching his breath, reaches into his pocket, pulls out a wallet, and hands over a perfectly valid fishing license…
The warden blinks, looks at the license, looks at the boy, then back at the license.
“Son,” says the warden, shaking his head in disbelief, “you must be about as dumb as a box of rocks!… “
“You’ve got a valid fishing license. Why’d you run from me?”
The boy shrugs casually, “Well sir… “
“My friend back there ain’t got one.”
