Goin’ Fishin

There were two good ol’ boys from the South who love to fish, and they wanted to do some ice fishing. They’d heard about it up in Canada, so they took off up there.
The lake was frozen nicely. They stopped just before they got to the lake at a little bait shop and got all their tackle. One of them said, “We’re gonna need an ice pick.” So they got that, and took off.
In about two hours, one of them was back at the shop and said, “We’re gonna need another dozen ice picks.” The fellow in the shop wanted to ask some questions, but he didn’t. He sold them the picks, and the old boy left. In about an hour he was back. He said “We’re gonna need all the ice picks you’ve got.”
The bait man couldn’t stand it any longer. “By the way,” he asked, “how are you fellows doing?”
“Not very well at all,” he said. “We ain’t even got the boat in the water yet.”



Fishing Tales

Two old friends got together at a bar to swap fishing tales and have a couple of drinks.
One of the friends said to the other, “I just took a trip up to northern Minnesota and landed a big, old Northern Pike. Weighed 97 pounds. Man, that sucker fed the whole camp for a week.”
The other thought for a moment, then answered, “You remember a year ago I lost my lantern overboard in the lake? Well, just last week I was out there and got ahold of something. When I hauled it in, it was my lantern, still lit.”
“Baloney,” snorted the friend. “Ain’t no way that lantern was still lit.”
“Well,” said the other, “You just loose about 40 or 50 pounds of fish, and I’ll blow out the lantern.”