The catch of the day
It's a beautiful, hot, sunny, August morning in northern Manitoba. The sort of day that makes you forget what a frozen wasteland the place can be for six months of the year.
Out on the lake, three men are sitting slouched, half drowsing, in their 18 foot boat. Fishing rods droop over the sides of the boat; no one's had a bite all morning and no one really cares. They're just happy to be out on the lake on such a lovely day.
Suddenly one man's rod bends almost double. The line starts stripping off the reel at a furious pace nearly tearing the rod from his hand.
Wide awake now, he stands up -and immediately falls over the side.
He disappears under the water.
The second man cries "Hey! Mike doesn't know how to swim!" he then kicks off his shoes and dives into the lake. He too, vanishes under the water.
A full minute later he surfaces, towing an inert form behind him.
"He was caught up in a sunken branch!" he huffs as he wrestles the limp body over the gunwale into the boat.
Climbing in himself, he immediately begins mouth to mouth resuscitation.
Pausing for a moment, he mutters, "man, his breath stinks..." then goes back to giving mouth to mouth.
After another minute, he looks up at the third man and says "God is his breath ever rotten! I don't remember him having breath this bad."
The third man -a wise old-timer- looks over and replies:
"Yup. And I don't remember him wearing that snowmobile suit this morning either."
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