An RVer named Stanley was stopped recently by a game warden in Northern California as the RVer was returning to his Roadtrek motorhome with a bucket full of still-alive fish. "Do you have a license to catch those fish?" the game warden asked.
The man replied, "No, sir. These are my pet fish."
"Pet fish?" the warden asked. "Yes, sir. Every night I take these fish down to the lake where I'm camped and let them swim around for awhile. When they hear my whistle, they jump right back into the bucket and I take them back to the motorhome."
"That's a bunch of baloney," the game warden said as he reached for his pad of citations.
The man looked at the game warden for a moment and then said, "If you don't believe me, then follow me back to the lake to see how it works."
Still suspicious, but curious about the man's proposal, the game warden agreed. And to they walked to the lake.
There, the man poured the fish into the lake, where they disappeared into the water.
"Okay," said the game warden. "Call them back."
"Call who back?"
"The fish," replied the warden.
"What fish?" asked the man.
