Northern Colorado Gazette

By Mike Bauman

A redneck with a bucket full of live fish was approached recently by a game warden in  Central Mississippi  as he started to drive his boat away from a lake.

The game warden yelled at the man, “May I see your fishing license please?”

“Naw, sir,” replied the redneck.  “I don’t need none of them there papers. These here are my pet fish.”

“Pet fish??”

“Yep. Once a week, I bring these here fish o’mine down to the lake and let ‘em swim ’round for awhile. Then when I whistle, they swim right back into my net and I take ‘em home.”

“What a line of horse sh-t….you’re under arrest.”

The redneck said, “It’s the truth, Mr. Gov’ment Man. I’ll show ya! We do this all the time!!”

“WE do, now, do WE?” smirked the warden. “PROVE it!”

The redneck released the fish into the lake and stood and waited. After a few minutes, the warden said, “Well?”

“Well, WHUT?” said the redneck.

The warden asked, “When are you going to call them back?”

“Call who back?”

“The FISH,” replied the warden!

“Whut fish?” asked the redneck.

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