A good ole hillbilly boy went hunting one day in Kentucky and bagged
some 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 here 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 South Carolina. You got a South Carolina huntin' license?"



Again the hillbilly reached into his wallet and brought out a South
Carolina hunting license. The game warden was extremely frustrated at
this point, and he yelled at the hillbilly, "Boy, just where the hell
are you from?" The hillbilly turned around, dropped his pants, bent
over, and said, "You tell me. You're the expert."

that was a good one

hillbillies and rednecks,
what a pair to draw to...lol...

I have often wondered if the sherrifs name is I. C. Morebutts?