This game warden had gotten more than a few complaints about this hillbilly and his fishing practices on a backwoods lake. Seems he was taking more than his fair share, and the locals were pretty riled up.
So he travels out there, and finally finds the guy, loading his kreel, a net, and a fair to middlin' size wooden box into a small boat with an Evinrude (motor) on the back of it.
"Hey, you, I'm the game warden around these parts and I've got some complaints about you." he says to the man. "I intend to go out on the lake with you this day!" The man just nods, and the two men climb into the boat and take off.
After awhile, the fisherman shuts down the motor, and stares at the warden. After another while, the guy reaches into the wooden box and takes out a stick of TNT, lights the fuse, and chucks it way over the side...BOOM! and suddunly stunned fish float to the surface, and are netted by the fisherman.
"Why, that's completely illegal! You ain't allowed to use dynamite on this lake! I'm gonna have to take you in, mister!" screams the warden.
The fisherman regards him for a moment, then reaches into the box again, takes out another stick, lights it, and tosses it into the startled warden's lap.
"Okay, boy" says the guy. "Now, y'all gonna talk, or are y'all gonna fish?"