Pony Party… Fish Story

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Soundtrack {h/t roy reed for the great idea (tnx Roy)}

A redneck was stopped by a game warden in South Carolina recently with two ice chests full of fish.

He was leaving a cove well-known for its fishing.

The game warden asked the man, ‘Do you have a license to catch those fish?’

‘Naw Sir’, replied the redneck. ‘I ain’t got none of them there licenses. You gotta unnerstan’…

these here is my pet fish.’

‘Pet fish?’

‘Yeah. Ever’ night, I take these here fish down to the lake and let ’em swim ’round for

awhile. Then, when I whistle, they swim up and jump right back into these here ice chests and I take ’em home.’

‘That’s a bunch of hooey! Fish can’t do that.’

The redneck looked at the warden for a moment and then said, ‘It’s the truth Mr.

Gub’mint Warden Man. I’ll show ya. It really works.’

‘O. K.’, said the warden. ‘I’ve got to see this!’

The redneck poured the fish from one ice chest, and then the other, into the lake and stood and waited.

After several minutes, the warden says, ‘Well?’

‘Well, what?’, says the redneck.

The warden says, ‘When are you going to call them back?’

‘Call who back?’

‘The FISH’, replied the warden!

What fish?’, replied the redneck.



Moral of the story: We may not be as smart as some city slickers, but we ain’t as dumb as some government employees.




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    • RiaD on January 31, 2008 at 18:12

    about the South, but you never hear of

    anyone retiring and moving north.

    • Robyn on January 31, 2008 at 18:33

    …was Tet in Vietnam.


    • RiaD on January 31, 2008 at 22:04

    you could take out redneck (& all colloquialisms) and replace it with ‘guy’ and it would be just as funny…

    doncha think?

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