A hillbilly went hunting one day in Georgia
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 the
hell 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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