Our friend, a New Mexico Latino, was stopped by a game warden in Pecos recently with two ice chests of fish, leaving Monastery Lake, well known for its fishing.
The game warden asked our friend, "Do you have a license to catch those fish?"
"Nope, I ain't got no license, and I wasn't fishing, these are my pet fish."
"Pet fish?"
"Yes, every night I take these fish down to the lake and let 'em swim' round for a while. Then I whistle and they jump right back into this ice chest and I take 'em home."
"That's a bunch of BS! Fish can't do that!"
Our friend looked at the game warden for a moment and then said, "Que va!
It's the truth. I'll show you. It really works."
"Okay, I've GOT to see this!"!
The Latino poured the fish into the water and stood and waited.
After several minutes, the game warden turned to him and said, "Well?"
"Well, what?" said our friend.
"When are you going to call them back?"
"Call who back?"
"The FISH!"
"What fish?" :shrug:
The game warden asked our friend, "Do you have a license to catch those fish?"
"Nope, I ain't got no license, and I wasn't fishing, these are my pet fish."
"Pet fish?"
"Yes, every night I take these fish down to the lake and let 'em swim' round for a while. Then I whistle and they jump right back into this ice chest and I take 'em home."
"That's a bunch of BS! Fish can't do that!"
Our friend looked at the game warden for a moment and then said, "Que va!
It's the truth. I'll show you. It really works."
"Okay, I've GOT to see this!"!
The Latino poured the fish into the water and stood and waited.
After several minutes, the game warden turned to him and said, "Well?"
"Well, what?" said our friend.
"When are you going to call them back?"
"Call who back?"
"The FISH!"
"What fish?" :shrug:
