Redneck Fisherman

[carolina]

A redneck was stopped by a game warden in Mississippi recently with two
ice chests full of fish. He was leaving a cove well-known for its
fishing. The game warden asked the man ...

"Do you have a license to catch those fish?"

"No, sir," replied the redneck. "I ain't got none of them there
licenses, 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 crap, 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."

"OK," 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 this story: They may not be as smart as some city slickers, but
they ain't as dumb as some snivel servant.

[lewisipso]

[Rhino]

That reminds me of an Old Jerry Clower joke.

He was talking about Marcelle Ledbeder and how he was catching a lot of fish when nobody could catch any. The Game Warden thought it was suspicious and so he went with Marcelle fishing one day.

They got out into the middle of the lake and Marcelle Ledbeder stood up and lifted the seat on his boat and pulled out a big ol' stick of dynamite. Lit the fuse, and when it got short enough he threw it into the water and 'BOOM!'. And a whole bunch of fish floated to the top belly-up.

The Game Warden said, "Boy, you can't do that! That's illegal!"

Marcelle just lifted up the seat again and lit another stick of dynamite. This time he hands it the stick to the Game Warden- the fuse still burning down.

"You can't do this! Don't you know this illegal?!?"

Marcelle just looks at the Game Warden and says, "You gonna sit there an' argue, or fish?"

[carolina]

I always did like listening to him!

[CelticCop]

My family used to go on these weekend fishing trips when we lived in Alaska. Dad was stationed at Ft. Wainwright and we'd go off in the boonies. My parents tell a story of this time that they were out on a river fishing.... they had 2 big ice chests full of fish, plus a couple of stringers that they were pan frying. Game Warden walks up and asks how the fishing has been. Dad tells him it's been good. Warden says that the group just down from them on the next "beach" hasn't been having a lot of luck. Dad and Co., about 3 guys from his unit and their wives had all caught their limit for the day... only problem being that of the 8 people there (not counting me & little bro) only 5 were actually fishing... In the coolers was the limit for 8 people. The fish just kept biting and every one they pulled was a keeper. (none of this catch and release shit) So, they just kept hauling them in and bringing them in to camp. It being a 4 day weekend, they caught 2 days of limit on the first day and ate most of it before they left. None of it went to waste. The guts were used for bait and the rest was eaten. What wasn't was taken home. Everyone left with a days worth of limit when it was over. There was much beer and more fish that weekend.