Three river stooges --Three river stooges are sitting by the side of a river holding fishing poles --  their lines are in the water. A Game Warden comes up behind them, taps one of them on the shoulder and says, "Excuse me, I'd like to see your fishing licenses."
"We don't have any," replied the first stooge.
"Well, if your going to fish, you need fishing licenses," said the Game Warden.
"But officer," replied the second stooge, "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, he left.
As soon as the Game Warden was out of sight, the three stooges started laughing hysterically. "What a dumb Fish Cop," one said to the other two, "doesn't he know that there are steelhead in this river?"

Unscrupulous angler -- An unscrupulous angler anchored in a pool hidden in the far reaches of a particularly productive river. He  threw dynamite in the fishing hole so that the fish would die of concussion and float to the surface where he scooped the catch. An off-duty conservation officer came along and anchored her boat beside the fisherman. "I'm gonna make your life hell you moron," she screamed. "I'm gonna confiscate your boat, your truck, and your house for starters . . .  you sorry bastard." The nonchalant idiot turned to the off duty officer and blurted, "ah quit your yappin' " -- then threw a stick of dynamite into the officers boat -- "ah, did you come here to fish or not?" 

Jump . . . This 45 year old woman is naked, jumping up and down on her bed laughing and singing. Her husband walks into the bedroom and sees her. He watches her a while then says, "You look ridiculous! What on earth do you think you're doing?" She says, "I just got my checkup and my doctor says I have the breasts of an eighteen-year-old." She starts laughing and jumping again. He says, "Yeah, right. And what did he say about your 45 year-old ass?" "Your name never came up," she replied.

Get out . . . An angler gets home, screeches his 4x4 into the driveway, runs into the house, slams the door and shouts at the top of his lungs . . . "Honey, pack your bags. I won the damn lottery!"
The wife says "Oh my God! No Bull?! What should I pack, beach stuff or mountain stuff?"
The husband yells back: "It doesn't matter... just get the hell out!"

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