A Cajun was stopped by a game warden in Southern Louisiana <br />recently with two ice chests of fish, <br />leaving a bayou well known for its fishing. <br /><br />The game warden asked the man, <br />"Do you have a license to catch those fish?" <br /><br />"Naw, ma fren, I ain't got none of dem, no. <br />Dese here are my pet fish." <br /><br />"Pet fish?" <br /><br />"Ya. Avery night I take dese here fish down to de bayou <br />and let dem swim 'round for a while. <br />Den I whistle and dey jump rat back inta dis here ice <br />chest and I take dem home." <br /><br />"That's a bunch of hooey! Fish can't do that!" <br /><br />The Cajun looked at the game warden for a moment and then said, <br />"It's de truth ma' fren. I'll show you. It really works." <br /><br />"Okay, I've GOT to see this!" <br /><br />The Cajun poured the fish into the bayou and stood and waited. <br /><br />After several minutes, the game warden turned to him and said, <br />"Well?" <br /><br />"Well, what?" Said the Cajun. <br /><br />"When are you going to call them back?" <br /><br />"Call who back?" <br /><br />"The FISH!" <br /><br />"What fish?"
