A hillbilly went hunting one day in Kentucky and bagged three
ducks. He put them in the bed of his pickup truck and was about to
drive home when he was confronted by an ornery game warden who
didn't like hillbillies.
The game warden ordered to the hillbilly to show his hunting
license, and the hillbilly pulled out a valid Kentucky hunting
license. The game warden looked at the license, then reached over
and picked up one of the ducks, sniffed its butt, and said,
'This
duck ain't from Kentucky . This is a Tennessee duck.
You got a Tennessee huntin' license, boy?'
The hillbilly reached into his wallet and produced a Tennessee
Hunting license.
The game warden looked at it , then reached over and grabbed the
second duck, sniffed its butt, and said, 'This ain't no Tennessee
duck. This duck's from Mississippi .
You got a Mississippi license?'
The Hillbilly reached into his wallet and produced a Mississippi
Hunting license.
The warden then reached over and picked up the third duck,
sniffed its butt, and said, 'This ain't no Mississippi duck. This
here duck's from Alabama. You got an Alabama hunting license?'
Again the hillbilly reached into his wallet and brought out an
Alabama hunting license.
The game warden was extremely frustrated at this point, and he
yelled at the hillbilly, 'Boy, just where the heck are you
from?'
The hillbilly turned around, dropped his pants, bent over,
showing his butt, and said,
'You tell me. You're the expert.'
