When Fishermen Meet

“Hiyamac”

“Lobuddy”

“Binearlong?”

“Coplours”

“Cetchenny?”

“Goddafew”

“Kindarthay?”

“Bassencarp”

“Ennysizetoom?”

“Couplapowns”

“Hittinhard?”

“Sordalike”

“Wachoosen?”

“Gobbawurms”

“Fishanonaboddum?”

“Rydononaboddum”

“Whatchadrinkin?”

“Jugajimbeam”

“Igoddago”

“Tubad”

“Seeyaroun”

“Yeahtakideezy”

“Guluck”

Jim had an awful day fishing on the lake, sitting in the blazing sun all day without catching a single one. On his way home, he stopped at the supermarket and ordered four catfish. He told the fish salesman, “Pick four large ones out and throw them at me, will you?”

“Why do you want me to throw them at you?”

“Because I want to tell my wife that I caught them.”

“Okay, but I suggest that you take the orange roughy.”

“But why?”

“Because your wife came in earlier today and said that if you came by, I should tell you to take orange roughy. She prefers that for supper tonight.”

While sports fishing off the Florida coast, a tourist capsized his boat. He could swim, but his fear of alligators kept him clinging to the overturned craft. Spotting and old beachcomber standing on the shore, the tourist shouted,”Are there any gators around here?!”

“Naw,” the man hollered back, “they ain’t been around for years!”

“Feeling safe, the tourist started swimming leisurely toward the shore.

About halfway there he asked the guy,”How’d you get rid of the gators?”

“We didn’t do nothin’,” the beachcomber said.

“The sharks got ‘em.”