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 big fish.
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 thar licenses. You knauw, these here are my pet fish.'
'Pet fish?' asked the warden.
'Yup. 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 load of bull! Fish can't do that,' replied the warden.
The redneck looked at the warden for a moment and then said, 'It's the truth Mr. Gov'ment Man. I'll show ya. It really works.'
'Okay', 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 said, 'Well?'
'Well, what?' asked the redneck.
The warden inquired, 'When are you going to call them back?'
'Call who back?'
'The FISH!'
'What fish?' declared the redneck.
Moral of this story: We may not be as smart as some city slickers, but we ain't as dumb as most government employees.
You can say what you want about the South, but you never hear of anyone retiring and moving north!
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