Redneck Joke in my Email Today

I normally dislike receiving forwards through email because I get at least 200 emails per day, but there are a few people who I’ve given the OK to send their chain letters. They know who they are because I’ve told them. They only forward me the really good ones - and 99.9% of the time, they’re worth reading!

I got one today from a very good friend of mine, Scott Wells.  Here is what it said:

A redneck was stopped by a game warden in Central Mississippi 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……

You can say what you want about the South, but you never hear of
anyone retiring and moving north.