Fishing Cajun Style

A Cajun was stopped (after leaving a river well known for its fishing) by a game warden.  Upon seeing that the Cajun had two ice chests full of fish, the game warden asked the man, “Do you have a fishing license?”

“Naw, I ain’t got no fishin’ license.  These here are my pet fish.”

“Pet fish?”

“Yep.  Every once and awhile I’ll take my pet fish to a pond or crick and let ’em swim ’round for a while.  Then I whistle and they jump right back into this ice chest and I take ’em home.”

“That’s a bunch of bull!  Fish can’t do that!”

The Cajun looked at the game warden for a moment and then said, “It’s the truth. I’ll show you.”

“Okay, I’ve GOT to see this!”

The Cajun poured the fish into the river 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?”