A Cajun was stopped by a game warden in Southern Louisiana leaving
a bayou well known for its fishing recently with two ice chests of
fish.
The game warden asked the man, "Do you have a license to catch
those
fish?
"The Cajun replied, "Naw, ma fren, I ain't got none of dem, no.
Dese are my pet fish."
"Pet fish?!" the warden replied.
"Ya. Avery night I take dese here fish down to de bayou and let
dem swim 'round for awhile. I whistle and dey jump 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 amoment and then said,
"It's
de
truth ma' fren, I'll show you. It really works."
"Okay, I've GOT to see this!" The gamewarden was curious now.
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?" The gamewarden prompted.
"Call who back?" the Cajun asked.
"The FISH." Stated the Warden
"What fish?" the Cajun asked.