Boudreaux was stopped by a game warden in Southern Louisiana recently with  
two ice chests of fish, leaving a bayou well known for its fishing.

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

Boudreaux replied, "Naw, ma fren, I ain't got none of dem, no. Dese are my 
pet fish."

"Pet fish?!" the warden replied.

"Ya. Avery night I take dese here fish down to de bayou and let dem swim 
'round for a while. I   whistle and dey jump rat back into dere ice chests 
and I take dem home."

"That's a bunch of hooey! Fish can't do that!"

Boudreaux looked at the game warden for a moment and then said, "It's de 
truth ma' fren, I'll show you. It really works."

"Okay, I've GOT to see this!" The game warden was curious now.

Boudreaux poured the fish in to the bayou and stood and waited.

After several minutes, the game warden turned to him and said, "Well?"

"Well, what?" said Boudreaux

"When are you going to call them back?" The game warden prompted.

"Call who back?" Boudreaux asked.

"The FISH."

"What fish?" Boudreaux asked.