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Started by Ace, February 11, 2002, 04:01 hrs

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Ace

That was a good one, Pete. A Classic.  Even though it started with a guy, and wound up with the lady, that's a good one.



I was fishing for some ice yesterday, since I actually grabbed a cola instead of a beer.  I never had the urge to go ice fishing; I don't find frozen fish that exciting, to actually work to catch some.  



Shoot, they're easy enough to catch at the supermarket. Unless you drop the box or something.



I wonder what ice fishermen(women) do to troll?  Run around the hole?  Or just stay under bridges?



Ace; his mind is full of questions. Some would say full of other things, as well.





 
Ring bells for service.

Pete

Blond goes to fish

 

A blonde decided she needed something new and different for a

winter hobby. She went to the bookstore and bought every book

she could find on ice fishing.

 

For weeks she read and studied, hoping to become an expert in

the field. Finally she decided she knew enough, and out she

went for her first ice fishing trip. She carefully gathered

up and packed all the tools and equipment needed for the

excursion. Each piece of equipment had its own special place

in her kit.

 

When she got to the ice, she found a quiet little area,

placed her padded stool, and carefully laid out her tools.

Just as she was about to make her first cut into the ice, a

booming voice from the sky bellowed, "There are no fish under

the ice!"

 

Startled, the blonde grabbed up all her belongings, moved

further along the ice, poured some hot chocolate from her

thermos, and started to cut a new hole. Again the voice

from above bellowed, "There are no fish under the ice!"

 

Amazed, the blonde wasn't quite sure what to do, as this

certainly wasn't covered in any of her books. She packed

up her gear and moved to the far side of the ice. Once

there, she stopped for a few moments to regain her calm.

Then she was extremely careful to set everything up

perfectly -- tools in the right place, chair positioned

just so. Just as she was about to cut this new hole,

the voice came again, "There are no fish under the ice!"

 

Petrified, the blonde looked skyward and asked "Is that

you Lord?"

 

The voice boomed back, "No, this is the manager of the

skating rink!"

 

 







Pete
Pete