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