Tom
08-04-2006, 04:43 PM
Subject : Fisheries officer vs Native angler
The fish and wildlife officer was convinced, Eddy Macdonald, brother of the local Indian chief, was fishing illegally. Despite all the concessions made to help native people live their natural way, the officer had information suggesting Eddy was still managing to go further than the law allows. Eddy was a sport fishing tour guide, so to get some idea of what Eddy was up to, the game warden hired Eddy to take him on a day's fishing trip.
Eddy took the wildlife cop a few kilometers up into the hills to the shore of a tiny secluded pond full of trout. Along the way the officer asked Eddy a number of times, how they would fish without fishing rods or nets, for Eddy had brought neither. Eddy never answered. He just shook his head, grunted and said, “We've got everything we need, brother.” But all the fish and wildlife cop could see Eddy carrying was a knapsack, which seemed to contain mainly cans of cold beer.
When Eddy reached the edge of the lake, he stopped and placed the knapsack down at his side. After surveying the water for a few minutes he reached into the knapsack and withdrew a stick of dynamite. He lit the fuse and tossed the dynamite at the lake. There was a loud boom and a massive splash of water that got them both wet. Over the next twenty to thirty seconds, hundreds of fish began to rise to the surface and float there, as though giving themselves up to the well armed anglers.
The fish and wildlife officer grabbed his badge from his pocket and dashed forward to brandish it in Eddy's face. “See this? I've got you red handed. Do you realise I could seize your truck; go back to your house and seize all your fishing and hunting equipment too; then slap a lien on the house; book you on about three dozen misdemeanours and a nice collection of felonies too. You could do serious time and still have to pay heavy fines besides. What do you think about that?”
Eddy looked at the officer for a moment then grunted and reached into his knapsack for another dynamite stick. Lighting the second stick he handed it to the officer and asked, “Did you just come here to talk or do you plan on doing some fishing?”
The fish and wildlife officer was convinced, Eddy Macdonald, brother of the local Indian chief, was fishing illegally. Despite all the concessions made to help native people live their natural way, the officer had information suggesting Eddy was still managing to go further than the law allows. Eddy was a sport fishing tour guide, so to get some idea of what Eddy was up to, the game warden hired Eddy to take him on a day's fishing trip.
Eddy took the wildlife cop a few kilometers up into the hills to the shore of a tiny secluded pond full of trout. Along the way the officer asked Eddy a number of times, how they would fish without fishing rods or nets, for Eddy had brought neither. Eddy never answered. He just shook his head, grunted and said, “We've got everything we need, brother.” But all the fish and wildlife cop could see Eddy carrying was a knapsack, which seemed to contain mainly cans of cold beer.
When Eddy reached the edge of the lake, he stopped and placed the knapsack down at his side. After surveying the water for a few minutes he reached into the knapsack and withdrew a stick of dynamite. He lit the fuse and tossed the dynamite at the lake. There was a loud boom and a massive splash of water that got them both wet. Over the next twenty to thirty seconds, hundreds of fish began to rise to the surface and float there, as though giving themselves up to the well armed anglers.
The fish and wildlife officer grabbed his badge from his pocket and dashed forward to brandish it in Eddy's face. “See this? I've got you red handed. Do you realise I could seize your truck; go back to your house and seize all your fishing and hunting equipment too; then slap a lien on the house; book you on about three dozen misdemeanours and a nice collection of felonies too. You could do serious time and still have to pay heavy fines besides. What do you think about that?”
Eddy looked at the officer for a moment then grunted and reached into his knapsack for another dynamite stick. Lighting the second stick he handed it to the officer and asked, “Did you just come here to talk or do you plan on doing some fishing?”