An old geezer with a bucket full of live fish was approached recently by a game warden as he started to drive his boat away from a lake.
The game warden asked, “May I see your fishing license please?”
“Naw, sir,” replied the old geezer. “I don’t need none of them there papers. These here are my 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.”
“What a line of bull….you’re under arrest.”
The old geezer said, “It’s the truth, Mr. Gov’ment Man. I’ll show ya! We do this all the time!!”
“WE do, now, do WE?” smirked the warden. “PROVE it!”
The old geezer released the fish into the lake and stood and waited.
After a few minutes, the warden said, “Well?”
“Well, WHUT?” said the old geezer.
The warden asked, “When are you going to call them back?”
“Call who back?”
“The FISH,” replied the warden!
“Whut fish?” asked the old geezer.
MORAL OF THE STORY: Old geezers may not be as smart as some city slickers, but we ain’t as dumb as some government employees.