A game warden sneaks up on a man sitting on the bank with a fishing rod and a bucket of minnows.
“Let me see your fishing license,” the warden growls, certain that he has a culprit dead to rights.
“I’m not fishing,” the man said. “I’m training my minnows.”
“What do you mean, training minnows?” the warden asked.
“These are special minnows. When I let them go in the water, and if I beat this rod on the bank, they all come back and jump in the minnow bucket.”
“This I gotta see,” said the warden.
So the man releases the minnows. They wait a spell and then the warden says, “What happened to your minnows?”
The Wednesday-night church service coincided with the last day of hunting season. The pastor asked who had bagged a deer. No one raised a hand. Puzzled, the pastor said, “I don’t get it. Last Sunday many of you said you were unable to make the service because of hunting season. I had the whole congregation praying for your deer.”
One hunter groaned, “Well, it must have worked. They’re all safe.”