This game warden was out on patrol one night looking for bear and mountain lion poachers. He was back in the sticks as they say, where the hunting was the best but where few went. Just before sunset he came to a secluded lake and spied a guy carrying two buckets of water towards an old logging shack. He approached the fellow, identified himself and asked about the two water filled buckets the warden could now see captained lots of fish. The fellow said he was a hermit and hadn't seen many people, but every once and while heard gun shots. The ranger asked for his fishing license and guy replied he didn't have one. The warden informed him he would be receiving a ticket for fishing without a license. The hermit insisted he had not caught these fish, they were his pet fish. The hermit said he had lived there so long that he had trained these fish. They swim around all day and at sunset I call them back, collect them in the buckets so the night predators cant get them, and release them again in the morning right as the insect hatch hits. The warden has never heard such a tale. The hermits insists he show the warden how he calls to his fish and how they listen and react to him. They walk to the lakes edge and the hermit puts the buckets into the lake, whistling and humming this weird tune. The fish seem to just wander around for awhile and then submerge completely when the guy stops whistling and humming. A few seconds go by and the hermits walks outta the water and stands next to the warden, holding his buckets by his side, looking out into the water. The warden waits a bit before asking the hermit to call them back. Call who back the hermit asks. The fish the warden says. What fish........
-Sig
Find 'em. Learn 'em. Shoot 'em. Eat 'em.
-Sig
Find 'em. Learn 'em. Shoot 'em. Eat 'em.
