A Cajun was stopped by a game warden in Southern Louisiana
recently with two ice chests of fish, leaving a bayou well
known for its fishing. The game warden asked the man, "I
have caught you red handed. Do you have a license to catch
those fish?"

"Nah, 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?"

"Well, what?" Said the Cajun.

"When are you going to call them back?"

"Call who back?"

"The FISH!"

"WHAT fish?"