It was one of those perfect mornings—the kind where the sun rises just right over the tree line, and the stillness of nature invites you to breathe a little slower. After a few hours of early-morning fishing, a man returned to his cabin nestled beside a quiet lake. With the scent of pine in the air and the satisfaction of a good catch, he decided it was the perfect time for a nap.
His wife, however, had other plans.
Though not particularly familiar with the lake, she was drawn to the water. It was calm, the breeze gentle, and the morning begged for a little solitude. So, with a book in one hand and a sense of adventure in the other, she took the boat out.
She motored just a short distance, anchored the boat, and sank into the pages of her novel, surrounded by nothing but birdsong and the gentle lapping of water.
And then, came the sound of another boat approaching.
The hum of an engine grew louder until a Game Warden pulled up beside her, clipboard in hand, suspicion written all over his face.
“Good morning, ma’am,” he called out. “What are you doing out here?”
The woman glanced up from her book, slightly amused. “Reading,” she answered calmly, as if it wasn’t already obvious.
The officer squinted, eyeing the tackle box, rod, and bait resting nearby. “You’re in a restricted fishing area.”
She blinked. “I’m not fishing,” she repeated, still polite, but firm. “I’m just reading.”
He gestured to the equipment. “Yes, but you have all the tools necessary to fish. For all I know, you could start any moment. That puts you in violation, and I’ll have to write you up.”
The woman closed her book gently, set it in her lap, and tilted her head.
“Well,” she said with a soft but pointed tone, “if you do that, I’ll have to report you for sexual assault.”
The officer nearly dropped his pen. “Sexual assault?! I haven’t even touched you!”
She smiled. “That’s true. But you have all the equipment. For all I know, you could start at any moment.”
There was a pause. A beat of silence so profound, even the wind seemed to stop in respect.
The Game Warden gave a tight nod, muttered, “Have a nice day, ma’am,” and motored away without another word.
The Moral?
Never underestimate a woman who reads. Odds are, she also thinks. And thinks well.
Sure, God created man before woman. But as we all know—every masterpiece starts as a rough draft.
So the next time you find yourself about to challenge a woman who enjoys books, lakes, or peace and quiet, remember: it’s not the fishing rod you should worry about. It’s her mind—and she’s not afraid to use it.