FISHING
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>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.
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>The game warden asked the man, "May I see your fishing license please?"
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>"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 a while. Then when I whistle, they swim right back into My net and I take 'em home."
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>"What a line of horse sh-t...you're under arrest."
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>The redneck said, "It's the truth, Mr. Gov'ment Man. I'll show ya! We do this all the time!!"
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>"WE do, now, do WE?" smirked the warden. "PROVE it!"
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>The redneck released the fish into the lake and stood and waited.
>After a few minutes, the warden said, "Well?"
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>"Well, WHUT?" said the redneck.
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>The warden asked, "When are you going to call them back?"
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>"Call who back?"
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>"The FISH," replied the warden!
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>"Whut fish?" asked the redneck.
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>MORAL OF THE STORY:
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>We may not be as smart as some city
>Slickers, but we ain't as dumb as some government employees.
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>You can say what you want about the South,
>But you never hear of anyone retiring and moving North
