Hunting License

A couple of young fellers were fishing at their special pond off a beaten track, when out of the bushes, jumped the Game Warden.

Immediately, one of the boys threw his rod down and started running through the woods, but hot on his heels came the Game Warden.

After about a half mile, the young man stopped and stooped over with his hands on his thighs to catch his breath. The Game Warden finally caught up to him.

"Let's see yer fishin' license, boy!" the Warden gasped.

With that, the fella pulled out his wallet and gave the Game Warden a valid fishing license.

"Well, son," said the Game Warden. "You must be about as dumb as a box of rocks! You don't have to run from me if you have a valid license!"

"Yes, sir," replied the young feller. "But my friend back there. Well, he don't have one."