Damn you! I was trying to come up with something with “snag” in it.
How about: He was looking for some chinookie.
He wanted to hook up with his chum.
So much talent in the world, yet *Saturday Night Live *still sucks. Clearly it’s a conspiracy.
Hey, you stole my fire. I was going to post “…because the Skoke flooded.”
My ex-husband worked out in the Skoke Valley for a while and his family’s best friends lived out there, right on the river. Oh, the number of salmon I ran over during flooding when I lived on the wetside.
For you western Washingtonians: Why did the possum cross the road?
Punchline: you saw one make it across the road!?!
Yes. So many people in need of a Wet Trout Upside The Head™, so little time!
Of course! They sing scales, right?
Because he wanted to be a moose.
Because he’d been deposited on the land by a fennel cloud.
Because he was inebriated. According to the arrest sheet by the officer who peppered the fish with questions prior to booking him for a drunk and disorderly, the salmon appeared to be quite sauced (on white wine), although his survival instincts were not entirely reduced, as he was proceeding gingerly – before finally passing out on a bed of rice.
That’s it. I’m not even gonna try. 
He wanted to change the lox.
The Scandinavians say:
Just for the dill of it.
Because he was on a roll. And then someone creamed him
To punch somebody in the face. He was, after all, a sockeye.
So he could walking into a bar?
Because he hated knock-knock jokes?
He was stapled to the chicken?
Because his girlfriend gave him a case of the crabs?
No. Because the chicken was home with the bird flu.
stretch, 