A fellow in Maine decides to go ice fishing.
He finds a spot on the ice and begins to drill when a voice booms out,
“There are no fish under that ice”!
Shaken, the man moves down the pond and begins to drill again.
Once more, the booming voice says,
“There are no fish under that ice!”
The fellow looks around, sees no one, heads further down, and begins to drill once more.
Again he hears the booming voice call out,
“I said there are no fish under that ice!”
Looking around, and then up at the sky, the fellow calls back,
“Is that you, God?”
The voice replies,
“No! This is the rink manager!”