A hunter from out East was stalking ducks near Texarcanna, where three
states join. He spies a duck, shoots it and is about to pick it up when
he hears a voice. "Howdy son. That was a mighty good shot. Hope you got
the right license for that duck." The hunter looks up to see a good ol'
boy game warden. The hunter asks, "What kind of license do I need?" The
game warden promptly picks up the duck, sticks his finger in its rear end,
pulls it out and smells his finger. "That's a Louisian duck, son. You got
a Louisian duck license?" The hunter shows the game warden that he indeed
does have a Louisian duck license. "Well okay, son. But just be careful."
A while later, the hunter bags another duck, and again the game warden
is right on the scene. "Hope you got the right license for this duck,
son." The warden again uses his finger to check the duck and announces,
"This is a Texas duck. You got a Texas duck license?" The hunter digs
throught his wallent andproduces a Texas duck license. "Okay, son, just be
careful." A short while later the hunter bags another duck. Again the
game warden arrives, checks the duck and announces that it is an Arkansas
duck. "You got an Arkansas duck license?" The hunter looks in his wallet
and to the game warden's amazement, produces an Arkansas duck license.
"Damn, boy. You got every kind of license. Where are you from
anyway??"
At this the hunter promptly drops his pants and bends over saying,
"You're the expert. You tell me."
