[AT] PET FISH

[H. L. Staples]

*A Redneck Fish Story*




*'Never assume he's stupid just because talks slow and chews tobacco.'*

*A redneck was stopped by a game warden in Central Mississippi**
recently with two ice chests full of fish.  He was leavin' a cove
well-known for its fishing.

The game warden asked the man, 'Do you have a license to catch those fish?
''Naw, sir', replied the redneck.  'I ain't got no fishin' license.
But you gotta understand something: these fish here are my pet fish.'
'Pet fish?'

'Yeah. Every night, I takes these fish down to the lake and let 'em
swim 'round for awhile. Then, when I whistle,  they jumps right back
into the ice chests here and I takes 'em home.'

'That's a bunch of baloney! Fish can't do that.'

The redneck looked at the game warden intently for a moment and then
said, 'I swear it's the truth, Mr. Government Man. I'll show ya. It
really works.'

'O.K.,' said the warden. 'I've got to see this!'

The redneck poured the fish into the lake and stood and waited.

After several minutes, the warden said, 'Well?'

'Well, what?' asked the redneck.

The warden asked, 'When are you going to call them back?'

'Call who back?'

'The FISH !' yelled the warden.

'What fish?' asked the redneck.

Moral of the story:

We may not all be as smart as some city slickers,
but we ain't all as dumb as some government employees.

You can say what you want to about the South, but you ain't never
heard of anyone retiring and moving up North.*