A man wakes up early one morning to go ice fishing. He dresses warmly,
heads out onto the ice with his tent, his ice auger, his fishing rods, and
his sittin’ bucket, and begins to auger a hole in the ice.

After a few seconds drilling, a LOUD, booming voice from above intones,
“THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE!”

Startled, the man looks around, but sees no one, and resumes 'operations'...

Again, the voice thunders, “THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE HERE!”

Disoriented but undeterred, the man packs up his gear, moves about
twenty paces North-by-Northwest, and begins augering anew...

“THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE THERE, EITHER!”

Finally, the man looks upwards and says, “God, is that You?”

“NO, IT’S THE OWNER OF THE HOCKEY RINK!!!”

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