A deer hunter was hunting in West Virginia one sunny afternoon,
and after getting a kill, proceeded to drag the deer back to his
vehicle. On his way, he was stopped by a redneck game warden.
“Boy, I see you got you one of them deer today! But, I’m afraid
I have to check your license and make sure you’re on the
up-and-up.” So the man produces a valid license and upon it’s
return, proceeds towards his vehicle.
“Hold up, boy” says the warden, “I still gotta check that deer
there.” Puzzled and confused, the hunter stops. The warden then
steps up to the deer, shoves his finger up the deer’s ass, takes
it out and sniffs it. “Boy, I hate to tell you this, but this
deer is from Virginia and your license is from West Virgina…do
you have a Virginia license?” As luck would have it, the hunter
had one from the week before and showed it to the warden.
The next week, the same hunter got another kill and was headed
back to his vehicle. The same redneck warden stops him and asks
for a license. Once again, the hunter produces the license and
was once again told that the warden needed to check the deer.
The warden shoves his finger up the deer’s ass, takes it out and
sniffs it. “Boy, this here buck is from Georgia…do you have a
license from Georgia?” As luck would have it, he did have one in
his glove box and showed it to the warden.
The next week, the same thing happened with deer and licenses
being from Tennessee, South Carolina and Alabama. Finally, after
the Alabama deer, the warden asks the hunter…”Son, you got
licenses from practically every state in the south…where are
you from anyway?” With that, the hunter drops his pants, bends
over and says…”Why don’t you tell me?”