The game warden ordered to the coonass to show his hunting license, and the coonass pulled out a valid Mississippi 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 Mississippi .
This is a Kentucky duck. You got a Kentuckey huntin’ license, boy?” The coonass reached into his wallet and produced a Kentucky 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 Kentucky duck. This duck’s from Tennessee. You got a Tennessee license?”
The coonass reached into his wallet and produced a Tennessee hunting license.
The warden then reached over and picked up the third duck, sniffed its butt, and said This ain’t no Tennessee duck. This here duck’s from Alabama. . You got a Alabama. huntin’ license boy?”
Again the coonass 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 coonass “Just where the hell are you from boy?
“The coonass turned around, bent over, dropped his pants, and said “You tell me, you’re the so called expert!!”
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