A young man got a license to trap furs for the winter in Alaska. After buying supplies in a local town he went into a nearby saloon. Approaching the bartender he asked, "Is there any action to be had in this town?"
"What do you mean, action?" asked the bartender.
"I mean, are there any women," said the trapper.
"No, but there's always old Joe," replied the bartender.
"No thanks," said the trapper. "I don't go for that kind of stuff."
The next spring the trapper came back into town. After being snowed in for nine months he was in a slightly different frame of mind. He walked into the bar and asked, "Is there any action in town?"
"There's still old Joe," replied the bartender.
"If I were to go for old Joe," he asked, "Who would have to know about it?"
"Well," said the bartender, "there's you, me, old Joe of course, and these three guys sitting at the other end of the bar."
"What do we need those three guys for?" asked the trapper.
"To hold old Joe," replied the bartender. "He don't go for that kind of stuff, either."