There was once a very successful fisherman: he would take his small boat out on the lake every morning, and within a few hours he would return to shore with his boat full of fish. People wondered how he did it.
One day a stranger showed up and asked the man if he could go along the next time the man went out fishing. The man agreed. So the next morning the two of them took the fisherman’s boat through the early morning mist to a small cove where the fisherman stopped the boat and cut off the motor. He seemed to be very unprepared for a fishing trip: he had no rod or reel, just a small net and a rusty old tackle box.
The man pulled the tackle box over to himself, opened it, and took out a red stick of dynamite. Taking a match, he lit the fuse, held it for a moment, and heaved it into the water. There was a terrific blast, and soon he was dipping dead fish out of the water with his small net and filling up the boat. After watching this for a few moments, the stranger reached into his pocket, pulled out his wallet, flashed his game warden badge, and told the fisherman that he was under arrest. The fisherman seemed undisturbed by this, however. He reached into the tackle box, pulled out another stick of dynamite, lit it, held it for a moment while the fuse burned down, and then handed it to the game warden. “Now,” he said, “Are you just going to sit there, or are you going to fish?