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
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