Many
years ago, back when you didn't have to show your fishing license
except when you were fishing, Cantil Creek was running heavy with
Water. Fish and Game decided to stock the creek.
One
particular game warden had the reputation of being someone who would
get up at 2 a.m. to arrest his mother for poaching. On this
particular morning, the zealous warden decided to check Cantil
Creek.
A
fisherman no sooner parked and started getting his fishing tackle out
of his car, when the game warden approached and asked, "May
I see your fishing license?"
"I'm
not fishing," the man replied.
The
man takes his tackle down to the creek and begins hiking along the
bank with the game warden following along close behind. |
At
the creek, the warden asked again, "May I see your fishing
license?"
"I'm not fishing," came the reply.
The
man continued up the stream for more than a mile with the warden
periodically asking for the license and receiving the same "I'm
not fishing" response.
Finally,
the man found a nice spot, baited his hook and while casting with
one hand, reached into his pocket with the other and presented the
warden with a valid fishing license.
"Now
I'm fishing," he said.
This
story is true. Told by D. Stephens as printed in the Tehachipi paper. |