The Cajun and the Game Warden

[thedog]

A Cajun was stopped by a game warden in Southern Louisiana recently with
two ice chests of fish, leaving a bayou well known for its fishing. The
game warden asked the man, "Do you have a license to catch those fish?"

The Cajun replied, "No, my fren, I ain't got none of dem, no. These are
my pet fish."

"Pet fish?!" the warden replied.

"Ya. Avery night I take these here fish down to de bayou and let dem
swim 'round for a while. I whistle and dey jump rat back into these ice
chests and I take dem home."

"That's a bunch of ----! Fish can't do that!"

The Cajun looked at the game warden for a moment and then said, "It's de
truth my fren, I'll show you. It really works."

"Okay, I've GOT to see this!" The game warden was curious now.

The Cajun poured the fish into 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 game warden prompted.

"Call who back?" the Cajun asked.

"The FISH."

"What fish?" the Cajun asked