Three blondes were sitting quietly on the grassy bank of a river, each holding a fishing pole with a line stretched out into the water.
It was a peaceful summer afternoon. The sun was sinking low, casting golden reflections across the river, while birds chirped in the trees nearby. Beside the women were folding chairs, a cooler, and a bucket filled with rusty bits of metal.
From a distance, it looked like a typical day of fishing.
As a game warden drove along a nearby dirt road, he spotted the three women and became suspicious. The river had strict fishing regulations, and there had recently been complaints about people fishing without permits.
He parked his truck, walked over, and greeted them.
“Good afternoon, ladies.”
“Good afternoon, officer,” one of the blondes replied.
The warden glanced at their fishing rods, then at the water.
“May I see your fishing licenses, please?”
The women exchanged confused looks.
“Fishing licenses?” one asked.
“Yes,” the warden said. “Anyone fishing in this river needs a valid license.”
The second blonde shook her head.
“We don’t have any licenses.”
The warden sighed.
“In that case, I’ll have to write you a citation.”
“But officer,” the third blonde said quickly, “we’re not fishing.”
The warden looked at the three rods sitting in front of them.
“You’re sitting beside a river with fishing poles in the water. What exactly would you call that?”
The blonde smiled confidently.
“These aren’t fishing poles.”
The warden raised an eyebrow.
“They’re not?”
“No,” she said. “They’re magnetic river-cleaning devices.”
The officer stared at her.
“Magnetic river-cleaning devices?”
“That’s right,” another blonde explained. “We’re cleaning up the river. People throw all kinds of metal junk in here — nails, cans, hooks, tools, and other things.”
The warden crossed his arms.
“And you expect me to believe that?”
“Of course,” one of the women said. “Just take a look.”
The three blondes began pulling in their lines.
The officer watched as the hooks came out of the water — except there were no hooks. Instead, powerful magnets were attached to the ends.
Hanging from them were rusty nails, bottle caps, screws, pieces of chain, and other metal scraps.
One magnet even had an old wrench stuck to it.
The warden examined the evidence and nodded.
“Well, I’ll admit, I didn’t expect that.”
“We told you,” one blonde said proudly.
“So you really are cleaning the river?” he asked.
“Absolutely,” another replied. “We’re doing our part for the environment.”
The officer smiled.
“You know, that’s actually a great thing to do. Not many people spend their free time helping clean up nature.”
The women smiled.
“We care about the river.”
The warden tipped his hat.
“Well, keep up the good work. Have a nice day.”
“Thank you, officer.”
The warden walked back to his truck and drove away.
The moment he disappeared down the road, the three women burst into laughter.
“I can’t believe he bought it!” one said.
“He really thought we were cleaning the river!” another laughed.
The third blonde slowly pulled her magnet through the water again.
A few moments later, something large appeared on the end of the line.
It was a pile of fishing lures, an unopened tackle box, a pocket knife, and an expensive fishing net.
The women stared in amazement.
“This place is incredible!” one shouted.
The second blonde opened the tackle box.
“Look at all these new lures!”
The third one pulled up a wallet stuck to the magnet.
“Check this out!”
“Is there any money inside?” the others asked.
She opened it and grinned.
“Fifty dollars!”
The three women laughed again.
One leaned back in her chair and said:
“Who needs a fishing license when the fish aren’t the only things people leave behind?”
Just then, a voice came from behind them.
“Excuse me, ladies. I’d like to see your fishing licenses.”
The three blondes turned around to see the game warden standing there again.
“We don’t have any,” one replied.
The warden nodded.
“Well, if you’re going to fish, you need a license.”
The second blonde smiled and held up her magnetic line.
“But officer, we’re not fishing. We’re just collecting debris from the bottom of the river.”
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