Boudreaux 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 Boudreaux, "Do you have a license to catch those fish?" "Naw, ma fren, I ain't got none of dem, no. Deez here are my pet fish." "Pet fish?" "Ya.
Avery night I take deez 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." Boudreaux 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." Boudreaux 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 Boudreaux. "When are you going to call them back?" "Call who back?" "The FISH!" "What fish?" Folks in Louisiana may not be as smart as some, but they aren't as dumb as most.