From: R.P.
A Cajun was stopped by a game warden in Southern Louisiana recently leaving
a bayou well known for its fishing, with two ice chests of fish. The game
warden asked the man, "Do you have a license to catch those fish?" "Naw, ma
fren, I ain't got none of dem, no. Dese are my pet fish."
"Pet fish?!"
"Ya. Avery night I take dese here fish down to de bayou and let dem swim
'round for a while. I whistle and dey jump rat back into dere ice chests and
I take dem home."
"That's a bunch of hooey! Fish can't do that!"
The Cajun looked at the game warden for a moment and then said, "It's de truth ma' fren, I'll show you. It really works."
"Okay, I've GOT to see this!"
The Cajun poured the fish in to the bayou and stood and waited. After several minutes, the game warden turned to him and said, "Well?"
"Well, what?" said the Cajun.
"When are you going to call them back?"
"Call who back?" said the Cajun
"The FISH."
"What fish?" answered the Cajun
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