A
game warden came upon a duck hunter who had bagged 3 ducks
and
decided to enforce the laws pending. He stopped the hunter, flashed
his
badge and said, "looks like you've had a pretty good day. Mind if
I
inspect your kill?" The hunter shrugged and handed the ducks to the
warden.
The
warden took one of the ducks, inserted his finger into the duck's
rectum, pulled it out, sniffed it, and said, "this here's a
Washington
state duck. do you have a Washington state hunting
license?"
The
hunter pulled out his wallet and calmly showed the warden a
hunting
license from Washington state.
The
warden took a second duck, inserted his finger in the bird's rectum,
pulled it out, sniffed it and said, "this here's an Idaho duck. Do you
have
an
Idaho state hunting license?"
The
hunter, a bit put out, produced an Idaho state hunting license.
The
warden took the third duck, conducted the same finger test, and
said
"this here's an Oregon state duck. Do you have an Oregon state
hunting
license?"
Once
again, only this time, more aggravated, the hunter produced the
appropriate license.
The
warden a little miffed at having struck out, handed the ducks
back
to
the hunter and said, "you've got all of these licenses, just where the
hell
are you from?"
The
hunter dropped his pants, bent over and said, "you're so smart,
you
tell
me."
