Fishing with the CO

The catfish bite was historically slow in town. Guys would go all night but come home with just one fish if they were lucky. Except for my cousin that is, he'd come home with a couple bushel baskets full every time. Of course word got around and before long he was visited by the CO. The CO asked him how he was catching fish when nobody else was having any luck. My cousin said, "Why don't you come along and I'll show you my method?" The CO agreed and said he'd be back at dark. My cousin said they could go right now in the middle of the day. The CO agreed and off they went. My cousin drove the boat to a promising spot, reached under the seat, pulled out a stick of dynamite, lit it, waited for the fuse to burn down a bit, and then tossed it in. BOOM went the dynamite, and up came the catfish. The CO went nuts, screaming at my cousin about how many laws he had just broken. My cousin lit another stick, tossed it by the CO's feet and said, "Well, what are you going to do, quote the law books or start fishing?".