I have an uncle whom everyone loves, his nickname is Chub. He, along with the rest of my family, was an avid fisherman.<br /><br />One night on the Finger Lakes in a rowboat - he was attempting to get us some bait. He lowered a line of dynamite caps over the edge of the boat and connected a battery up to them. Nothing happened - no boom - so no bait. Slowly he pulled up the line of dynamite caps and checked each one of them for a loose connection. On about the fourth dynamite cap - he found it. Unfortunately - the battery was still connected to the sting of caps and they exploded taking off three of his fingers in the process.<br /><br />And that's how he got the nickname Chub in 1956. He continued fishing until the end of his days -- but he switched from stunning bait - to buying it!<br /><br />True Story
<br /><br />One day on the river - the fish warden greeted him as he was retreiving his boat - and saw there was an out of season largemouth bass with a lure and broken line attached - in the mouth of the fish. Uncle Bill argued that he found the fish floating dead in the river and only brought it on board with the intention of removing the expensive lure from its mouth later.<br /><br />Because of his many past fishing offences -- the judge and the fish warden had a suprise in store for him at his next hearing. In co-operation with the fish warden, the judge offered my Uncle Bill the following choice in sentences. Uncle Bill was early retried and a lot of time on his hands. The fish warden was ready to retire and move away. The judge offered Uncle Bill the choice of a $500 fine for the illegal fish -- or to become the fish warden for the county! They both figured that it took a crook to catch a crook and Uncle Bill knew all the tricks!<br /><br />My Uncle Bill became the fish warden, and until the day his health forced him to resign - was touted as the best fish warden the county had ever seen