A blonde who wants to please her new boy friend's family in Minnesota, buys all the basic equipment ( Coleman stove, tent, auger, and, of course, the fishing tackle)

She is busily engaged in auguring a hole. A voice says to her coming from somewheres above her: " There are no fish here.." She moves over a few feet and starts drilling again through the ice. Again the voice from above comes:" "There are no fish here.."

Now being annoyed, she moves over about 50 feet away and starts to drill through the ice. Again comes the voice from above:" There are no fish here..."

The blonde is really ticked off now: "Who are you? Are you God?"

" THIS IS THE ICE RINK MANAGER.THERE ARE NO FISH HERE!"