Is This a Junior Samples Story?

Signs from the Sign Man:

HAPPY 37TH BIRTHDAY MIKE KIGHT JAN 30. FROM FRIENDS AND FAMILY.

IN MEMORY OF BARBARO. 2006 KENTUCKY DERBY WINNER - A GREAT HORSE.

KEEP MRS MAXINE DORSEY IN YOUR PRAYERS - A SPECIAL PERSON.


The following story was e-mailed to me by some good friends just this week. It sounds so much like Junior Samples. Remember how he got started by telling his fish story to a game and fish man and ended up as a regular on Hee-Haw. A lot of times now I remember how he said, "Work is interfering with my fishing." It hinders a lot of good things I'd like to be doing, too.

PET FISH. . . .
A redneck was stopped by a game warden in Georgia 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. Government 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: Georgia rednecks may not be as smart as some city
slickers, but they ain't as dumb as some government employees.