A redneck was stopped by a game warden in
 West Tennessee recently with two ice chests
full of fish.
  He was leavin' a cove well-known for its
 fishing.
 The game warden asked the man, 'Do you have a
license to catch those fish?'
 'Naw, sir', replied the redneck. 'I ain't got
 none of them there licenses. You must
 understand, these here are my pet fish.'
'Pet fish?'
   'Yeah. Every night, I take these here fish
down to the lake and let 'em swim 'round for
 awhile. Then, when I whistle, they jump right
 back into these here ice chests and I take 'em
 home.'
  'That's a bunch of hooey! Fish can't do
that.'
  The redneck looked at the warden for a moment

and then said, '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!'

   The redneck poured the fish into the lake and
 stood and waited.
   After several minutes, the warden says,
 'Well?'
  'Well, what?', says the redneck.

   The warden says, 'When are you going to call
them back?'
  'Call who back?'
   'The FISH', replied the warden!
  'What fish?', replied the redneck.
  ...

   Moral of the story: We may not be as smart as
 some city slickers, but we ain't as dumb as
 some government employees.
   You can say what you want about the South,
 but you never hear of anyone retiring and
 moving north.