Redneck Fishing.

A redneck was stopped by a game warden central Texas recently with 2 chests full of fish. He was leavin’ a cove well-known for its fishing.

The game warden asked, “Do you have a license to catch those fish?”

“Naw, sir,” replied the redneck. “I ain’t got none of them there licenses. These here are my pet fish.”

“Pet fish?”

“Yeah, everynight I take these here fish down to the lake and let ’em swim around for a bit. Then, when I whistle, they jump right back here in these ice chests and we go back home.”

“That’s a bunch of hooey! Fish can’t do that!”

The redneck looked at the warden for a moment then said, “It’s the truth, Mr. Government Man. I’ll show ya. It really works.”

The redneck dumped the fish into the lake then stood for a minute and waited.

After another minute, the warden said, “Well?”

“Well, what?” asked the redneck.

“When are you gonna call them back?”

“Call who back?”

“The fish!!” The warden demanded.

“What fish?”

Moral of the story….You can say what you want about the south, but you never hear of anyone retiring and moving north.