A hillbilly went hunting one day in Georgia 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 a game warden who didn't like hillbillies.
The game warden ordered the hillbilly to show his hunting license; the
hillbilly pulled out a valid Georgia 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
Georgia. 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
South Carolina.. You got a South Carolina huntin' license?'
Again the hillbilly reached into his wallet and brought out a South
Carolina hunting license.
The game warden was extremely frustrated at this point, and he yelled at
the hillbilly, 'Boy, just where the hell are you from?'
The hillbilly turned around, dropped his pants, bent over and said, 'You
tell me. You're the expert.'
