Recently, a fisherman was stopped by a Game Warden in Southern Louisiana. He was leaving a bayou, well known for its good fishing, with two ice chests filled with fish.
The Game Warden asked the man, "Do you have a license to catch those fish?"
The Fisherman replied, "Naw, ma' fren, I ain't got none of dem, no. Dese are my pet fish."
"Pet fish?" The Warden replied.
"Ya. Avery night I take dese here fish down to de bayou and let dem swim 'round for a while. I whistle and ey jump rat back into dere ice chests and I take dem home."
"That's a bunch of hooey! Fish can't do that!"
The Fisherman looked at the Game Warden for a moment and then said, "It's de truth, ma' fren, I'll show you."
"Okay, I've GOT to see this!" The Game Warden was curious now. The Fisherman 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 Fisherman.
"When are you going to call them back?" the Game Warden prompted.
"Call who back?" the Fisherman asked.
"The fish", the Game Warden asked, amazed that the fisherman was so stupid he forgot what he was doing. "Call the fish back."
"What fish?" the Fisherman asked.