Time for me to spill the beans, My ex's pop was from a state south of the "Mason Dixon Line" (you'll see why I don't name the state) One day while on vacation I went fishing with pops and grandpa. We arrived at the lake got in the boat and headed for the special spot, when I stated i hadn't gotten my Permit. Well grandpa pipes up" ya dunt net wun o them, tant never had wun in 70 gdarn years" So not wanting to swim back I shut up! At the sweet spot, the fishing was soso. Pops and Grandpa said to sit back and they'll get us some fish, with that something went plop in the water all of a sudden boom, water ,fish everywhere! needles to say the authorities showed up, some old timer with a badge tells grandpa not to fish like that, they argue. Time moves very slowly, next thing I know the old guy's in the boat and he's chucking thees sticks of "TNT" overboard to. Turns out the warden was his Brother! Now you know where the story started