Bubba was stopped by a game Warden in Central Mississippi recently with two ice chests full of fish. He was leaving a cove well-known for its fishing.
The game Warden asked Bubba, “Do you have a license to catch those fish?”
“Naw, sir”, replied Bubba.
“I ain’t got no fishin’ license. But you gotta understand something - these fish
here are my pet fish.”
“Yeah. Every night, I takes these fish down to the lake and let ’em swim ’round for
awhile. Then, when I whistle, they jumps right back into the ice chest here and I takes ’em home.”
“That’s a bunch of horse crap! Fish can’t do that.”
Bubba looked at the game Warden intently for a moment and then said, “I swear it’s the truth, Mr. Government Man. I’ll show ya. It really works.”
“O.K.,” said the Warden. “I’ve got to see this!”
Bubba poured the fish into the lake and stood and waited.
After several minutes, the Warden said, “Well?”
“Well, what?” asked Bubba.
The Warden asked, “When are you going to call them back?”
“Call who back?”
“The FISH!’ yelled the Warden!”
“What fish?” asked Bubba.
Moral of the story: We may not all be as smart as some city slickers, but we ain’t all as dumb as some government employees.
You can say what you want to about the South, but you ain’t never heard of anyone retiring and moving up North...
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