The game warden asked the man, “May I see
your fishing license please?”
“Naw, sir,” replied the redneck. “I
don’t need none of them there papers.
These here are my pet fish.”
“Yep. Once a week, I bring these here fish o’mine
down to the lake and let ’em
Swim ’round for a while. Then when I whistle,
they swim right back into my
Net and I take ’em home.”
line of horse sh-t….you’re under arrest.”
The redneck said, “It’s the
truth, Mr. Gov’ment Man. I’ll show ya! We do this all the time!!”
“WE do, now, do WE?” smirked the warden.
The redneck released the fish into the lake and stood and
waited. After a few minutes, the warden said, “Well?”
said the redneck.
The warden asked, “When are you going to call them
“Call who back?”
“The FISH,” replied the warden!
“Whut fish?” asked the redneck.