A Newfie was stopped by a game warden 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 licence to catch those fish?'
'Naw, sir', replied the Newfie. 'I ain't got none of dem dere
Licences. I don't need one. You must understand, by, dese here is
My pet fish.'
'Yeah. Dat's de trut' bye. Every night, I take dese fish down to de
cove and let 'em swim 'round for awhile. Den, when I whistles, dey
jump right back into dese here ice chests and I takes 'em home.'
'That's a bunch of hooey! Fish can't do that.'
The Newfie looked at the warden for a moment and then said, 'It's de
truth Mr. Government Man. I'll show ya. It really works.'
'O.K.', said the warden. 'I've got to see this!'
The Newfie stood on a rock and poured the fish into the cove. Then
He stood and looked out to sea.
After several minutes, the warden says, 'Well?'
'Well, what?', says the Newf.
The warden says, 'When are you going to call them back?'
'Call who back?'
'The FISH', replied the warden!
'What fish?', replied the Newfie.
Moral of the story: We may not be as smart as some city slickers on
De mainland but by the lard tundering jaysus we ain't as dumb as some