Say what you want about the south.
A redneck was stopped by a game warden in Central Mississippi recently
with two ice chests full of fish. He was leavin' 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 must understand, these here are my pet fish.'

'Pet fish?'

'Yeah. Every night, I take these here fish down to the lake and let
'em swim 'round for awhile. Then, when I whistle, they 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. Gubbmint Man. I'll show ya. It really works.'

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

The redneck poured the fish 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: Rednecks may not be as smart as some city folks,
but they ain't as dumb as some people think.