>Hillbilly Duck Hunter
>
>A good ole hillbilly boy went hunting one day in West Virginia and bagged
>some
>Ducks. He put them in the bed of his pickup truck and was about to drive
>Home when he was confronted by an angry 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 West Virginia 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 West Virginia. 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 here duck's from Kentucky. You got a Kentucky license?"
>The hillbilly reached into his wallet and produced a Kentucky hunting
>License The warden then reached over and picked up the third duck ,
>sniffed
>Its butt,and said, "This ain't no Kentucky 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 heck are you from?"
>The hillbilly turned around, dropped his pants, bent over, and said, "You
>Tell me. You're the expert."
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