There is a story told of a great fisherman who was somewhat of a local legend because he always caught lots of fish. One day a stranger, having heard the stories and looking for some ‘fishing’ action, approached the fisherman and pleaded with him to take him fishing.
As the boat left the dock the stranger noticed that the legendary fisherman didn’t have any rods with him, only a large tackle box and a big net on the end of a pole. The stranger mentioned this oversight but the fisherman assured him that he had everything he needed for a sizeable catch.
Before long, the boat pulled into a sheltered cove and the fisherman dropped anchor. The stranger watched with interest as the fisherman opened his tackle box, pulled out a stick of dynamite, tied it to a brick, lit the fuse and then quickly lobbed it over the side.
A few seconds later, there was a muffled explosion followed by a plume of shooting water. Immediately afterwards large quantities of dead fish floated to the surface and the fisherman grabbed his net. The stranger had seen enough. “Hold on!” he shouted as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his ID. “I’m the new game keeper and you’ve been caught red-handed. You know, very well, that it’s against the law to blow up fish!”
Well, the fisherman didn’t miss a beat. He reached over to his tackle box, took out another stick of dynamite, lit the fuse and smiled broadly as he handed it to the stunned game keeper: “Now,” said the fisherman, “are you going to fish or are you just stand there?”