Bass fish'n in the south.

-- Boudreaux been fish'n down by de bayou all day an he done run outta night
crawlers. He be bout reddy to leave when he seen a snake wit a big frog in
his mouf. He knowed dat dem big bass fish like frogs, so he decides to steal
dat froggie. Dat snake, he be a cotton moufed water moccasin, so Boudreaux
had to be real careful or he'd get bit.
He snuk up behine de snake and grabbed him roun de haid. Dat ole snake din't
lak dat one bit. He squirmed and wrapped hisself roun Boudreaux's arm try'n
to get hisself free. But Boudreaux, him, hada real good grip on his haid,
yeh. Well, Boudreaux pried his mouf open and got de frog and puts it in his
bait can.
Now, Boudreaux knows dat he cain't let go dat snake or he's gonna bite him
good, but he had a plan. He reach into de back pocket of his bib overhauls
and pulls out a pint a Alabama moonshine likker. He pour some drops into de
snakes mouf. Well, dat snake's eyeballs roll back in his haid and his body
go limp. Wit dat, Boudreaux toss dat snake into de bayou, den he goes back
to fish'n. A while later Boudreaux dun feel sumpin tappin' on his barefoot
toe.
He slowly look down and dere be dat cotton moufed water moccasin, wif two
more frogs.
Life is Good!

Sheriff come's and knocks on Boudreaux's door. Sheriff says, "I got
good news and I got bad news. Which one do you want first?"

Boudreaux says, "Gimme the bad news first."

"OK, we found your wife floatin' in the bayou, graveyard dead."

"How can there be any good news after that?" Boudreaux exclaimed.

Sheriff says, "The good news is that we got fourteen blue crabs off of
her. We gonna run her again this afternoon."