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Midi: Whiskey River
Fish
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 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 none of them there
licenses. You must understand, these here are my pet fish.' 'Pet fish?'
'Yeah. Every night, I take these here fish down to the lake and let 'em
swim 'round for awhile. Then, when I whistle, they jump right back into
these here ice chests and I take 'em home.' 'That's a bunch of hooey! Fish
can't do that.' The redneck looked at the warden for a moment and then
said, '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
says, 'Well?' 'Well, what?', says the redneck. The warden says, 'When are
you going to call them back?' 'Call who back?' 'The FISH', replied the
warden! 'What fish?', replied the redneck...
Moral of the story: We may
not be as smart as some city slickers, but we ain't as dumb as some
government employees. You can say what you want about the South, but you
never hear of anyone retiring and moving north. |
