A Florida Cracker was stopped by a game warden because he had two ice chests full of fish. He was leavin' a local lake, well-known for its fishing.
The game warden asked him, 'Do you have a license to catch those fish?' 'Nah, sir', replied the Cracker. 'I ain't got one a’ them thyar licenses. I don’ nayed a license, cause these hyar are my pet fiyush.'
'Yeah. Pet fiyush! Evr’y night, ah’ take these hyar fiyush down to mah’ lake and jus’ let 'em swiyum aroun' for awhile. Then, when ah’ whistle, they jump ryaht back into these hyar coolahs an' I take 'em home.'
'That's a bunch of hooey! Fish can't do that.'
The Cracker looked at the warden for a moment and then said, 'It's da Gospel truth, Mr. Gov’mint Man. I'll show ya. It really works.'
'O. K.', said the warden. 'I've got to see this!'
The Cracker poured the fish into the lake and stood and waited. After several minutes, the warden says, 'Well?'
'Wayell, what?', says the Cracker.
The warden says, 'When are you going to call them back?'
'Call who bayck?'
'The FISH', replied the warden!
'What fiyush?' replied the Cracker.
Moral of the story: We may not be as smart as some city slickers, but we ain't as dumb as some government employees.
You can say what you want about the South, but how often do you hear of someone retiring and moving north?