darby

A hillbilly went hunting one day in Oklahoma 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 to the hillbilly to show his hunting
license, and the hillbilly pulled out a valid Oklahoma 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 Oklahoma.
This is a Kansas duck. You got a Kansas huntin' license, boy?" The
hillbilly reached into his wallet and produced a Kansas 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 Kansas duck.
This duck's from Arkansas. You got a Arkansas license?"
The hillbilly reached into his wallet and produced an Arkansas
hunting license.
The warden then reached over and picked up the third duck, sniffed its
butt, and said This ain't no Arkansas 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 "Just where the hell are you from?"
The hillbilly turned around, bent over, dropped his pants, and
said "You tell me, you're the expert".