A West Virginia redneck was stopped by a game warden recently with an
ice chest full of live fish in water, leaving a river well known for its
fishing. The game warden asked the man, "Do you have a license to catch
those fish?
"Naw, my friend, I ain't got no license. These here are my pet fish."
"Pet fish?"
"Yep. Every night I take these fish down to the river and let 'em swim
round for a while. Then I whistle and they jump right back into this
ice chest and I take 'em home."
"That's a bunch of BS! Fish can't do that!"
The redneck looked at the game warden for a moment and then said, "It's
the truth. I'll show you. It really works."
"Okay, I've GOT to see this!"
The redneck poured the fish into the river and stood and waited. After
several minutes, the game warden turned to him and said, "Well?"
"Well, what?" said the redneck.
"When are you going to call them back?"
"Call who back?"
"The FISH!"
"What fish?"
We in West Virginia may not be as smart as some, but we ain't as dumb as
most.
You smart ones have a good day.