A hillbilly went hunting one day in Kentucky 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 Kentucky 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 Kentucky . 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 Alabama. You got an Alabama hunting license?'
Again the hillbilly reached into his wallet and brought out an Alabama 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.'
