An elderly man in Louisiana had owned a large farm for several years.

He had a large pond in the back. It was properly shaped for swimming, so he fixed it up nice with picnic tables, horseshoe courts, and some apple and peach trees.

One evening the old farmer decided to go down to the pond, as he hadn't been there for a while, and look it over.

He grabbed a five-gallon bucket to bring back some fruit.

As he neared the pond, he heard voices shouting and laughing with glee.

As he came closer, he saw it was a bunch of young women skinny-dipping in his pond.

He made the women aware of his presence and they all went to the deep end.

One of the women shouted to him, 'we're not coming out until you leave!'

The old man frowned, 'I didn't come down here to watch you ladies swim naked or make you get out of the pond naked.'

Holding the bucket up he said,

'I'm here to feed the alligator...'

Some old men can still think fast.

Old age and treachery will over come youth and skill.

dhc4ever wrote:

Old age and treachery will over come youth and skill.

Every time Pete, every time mate.

Lester, didn't you make a pond on your land? What are you still missing? The ladies or the bucket?

Better wait till you get those new powerlines installed...

I think the old age remark should have read:

Old age and debauchery ...


But it is just as funny either way.

cleaver old bugga....couldve well been Bushy

I'm diggin' a pond as we speak...I already have a bucket.

Need trees call Stark Brothers. And, yes I have a pond, but no skinny dippers yet of either sex, except for the owner and his wife. I suspect you ain't wanting to see that, sometimes I close my eyes. But, no sheep here, Ewe......

Don't dig it too deep Bushmaster. You want to be able to get out before you fill it.

Lester, you need to get the word out about your "secluded" pond at the local colleges.
If you are not in gator country then use snapping turtles instead.

Devious bugger aint you Paul.......

Them snappin' turtles sound evil, mean, wicked and nasty Paul.

Bad enough to panic pretty little girls... (in the 21 and up range)

I may be a lot of things but I have no interest in a girl who worries more about her clothes than her mind.

Paul...What about a girl who's "blind, deaf, dumb and owns a bar"?

No thanks, I like a bit of conversation, a woman who listens and can see what I've done.
My wife is just fine even without the bar.

Is she behind you right now Paul?