A redneck with a bucket full of live fish was approached
recently by a game warden in Central Mississippi as he
started to drive his boat away from a lake.
The game warden asked the man, "May I see your fishing
"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."
"What a line of bull....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. "PROVE it!"
The redneck released the fish into the lake and stood and waited.
After a few minutes, the warden said, "Well?"
"Well, WHUT?" said the redneck.
The warden asked, "When are you going to call them back?"
"Call who back?"
"The FISH," replied the warden!
"Whut fish?" asked the redneck.
P.S. You can say what you want about the South, but you
never hear of anyone retiring and moving north.