Old Bob was a well known fisherman on a lake in the South. One day a man offered him a good chunk of cash to go out with him to learn how to get so many fish.

So they go out the next morning and they get to the middle of the lake and Old Bob pulls out a 1/2 stick of dynamite, lights it, drops it in the water. It explodes and a bunch of fish come floating to the surface. Bob then goes around and picks up the floating fish.

The man with him says, "I'm a game warden and this is what we've heard about you. Now you're under arrest."

Old Bob calmly pulls out another stick of dynamite, lights it and hands it to the game warden and says, "Well son, are you gonna arrest me or go fishin'?"

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I just finished reading Hamilton's book. He hasn't lived all the great of a life. There have been a lot of good times, but a lot of bad as well. At the end of the day, I feel like he was just a guy "goin' fishin'" in a group where a lot of guys were "goin' fishin'". I really can't have all that serious of criticism for them. It's not that I like or condone what they did, but, as sick as it is, I do understand it.