An older man was was on his way back to his car when he was stopped by a game-warden in somewhere in the Northern Algonquin Park with two buckets of fish after returning from a lake well known for its fishing.
The game warden asked the old man, “Do you have a license for catching those fish?”
The old man replied to the game warden, “No, sir. These are my pet fish.”
“Your pet fish?!” the warden replied with a frown.
“Yes, sir. Every day in the evening I take my fish here to the lake so they can swim around for a while in open water.
When it’s time to go, I whistle and they come swimming back and jump back into their buckets, and then I take em back home.”“That’s a bunch of BS! Fish would never do that!” replied the warden in total disbelief.
The old man looked at the game warden for a moment and then said, “You know what, I’ll show you. My pet fish are very well trained.”
“O.K. show me, I’ve GOT to see this!” The game warden was really curious now.
The old man poured the fish into the lake and stood and waited there…
After several minutes had gone by, the game warden turned to the old man and said,
“Well?”“Well, what?” the old man responded.
“When are you going to whistle to call them back?” the game warden prompted.“Call who back?” the old man asked.
“Your FISH,” the warden said sternly.
“What fish?” the old man asked.
