Down east southern smarts

A redneck was stopped by a game warden in Hyde County, N.C. recently with two ice chests full of fish.  He was leaving 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. ‘Hain’t got no license. Y’all must understand, these are my pet fish.’

‘Pet fish?’

‘Yes sir. Every night, I take them down to Lake Mattamuskeet and let ‘em swim ’round for awhile. Then, when I whistle, they jump right back into these ice chests here 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 you. 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.

You can say what you want about the South, but you never hear of anyone retiring and moving north, do ya?