Hillbilly Duck Hunter
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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 an ornery
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 in the world 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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