Two Lobsters

In a small fishing village, a Newfie was walking up the wharf carrying two lobsters, at least three pounds each, one in each hand.

It was three weeks after the season closed! Whom should he meet at the end of the wharf but the Federal Fisheries Officer who, upon viewing the live and wiggling lobster, says: "Well, me laddie, I got you this time, with two live lobsters three weeks after the season closed!"

The Newfie says, "No, my son, you are wrong! These are two trained lobster that I caught two weeks before the season closed."

The officer says, "Trained? Like how?"

"Well, my son, each day I takes these two from my house down to the wharf and puts them in the water for a swim. While they swim I sits on the wharf and has me a smoke or two. After about 15 minutes I whistles and up comes me two lobsters, and I takes them home."

"Likely story," the officer says. "Let's take them on down the wharf and see if it's true."

So the Newfies goes ahead of the officer to the end of the wharf where, under supervision, he gently lowers both lobsters into the water.

The Newfie sits on the wharf and lights up a smoke. Then another.

After about fifteen minutes the officers says to the Newfie, "How about whistling?"

The Newfie says, "What for?"

The officer says, "To call in the lobsters."

The Newfie says, "What lobsters?"