Cajun Fisherman

[secondgear]

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?"
"Nah, ma fren, I ain't got none of dem, no. Dese here 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. Den I whistle and dey jump rat back inta dis here
ice
chest 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 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?"
"Call who back?"
"The FISH!"
"What fish?"