An Oklahoma Indian went hunting and bagged three ducks. He put them in the bed of his pickup truck and was about to drive off when he was confronted by an ornery game warden that didn't like Oklahoma Indians.
The warden ordered the Oklahoma Indian to show his hunting license. The Oklahoma Indian 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 Oklahoma Indian 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 Oklahoma Indian 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 Oklahoma Indian reached into his wallet and brought out a South Carolina hunting license.
The game warden, extremely frustrated at this point, yelled at the Oklahoma Indian "Just where the hell are you from?"
The Oklahoma Indian turned around, bent over, dropped his pants, and said, "You tell me, you're the expert."
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The warden ordered the Oklahoma Indian to show his hunting license. The Oklahoma Indian 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 Oklahoma Indian 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 Oklahoma Indian 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 Oklahoma Indian reached into his wallet and brought out a South Carolina hunting license.
The game warden, extremely frustrated at this point, yelled at the Oklahoma Indian "Just where the hell are you from?"
The Oklahoma Indian turned around, bent over, dropped his pants, and said, "You tell me, you're the expert."
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