A typical GA game warden
submitted by Lindy

A Cajun duck hunter went hunting one day over near Colquitt and bagged three ducks. He put them in the bed of his pickup truck and was about to drive home when he was confronted by a normal, ornery Georgia DNR ranger who didn't like Cajuns.

The game warden ordered the Cajun to show his hunting license, and the Cajun pulled out a valid Georgia hunting license.

The game warden looked at the license, then reached over and picked up one of the ducks, sniffed its rear end, and said, 'This duck ain't from Georgia. This is a Louisiana duck. You got a Louisiana huntin' license, boy?

The Cajun reached into his wallet and produced a Louisiana hunting license.

The game warden looked at it, then reached over and grabbed the second duck, sniffed its rear, and said, 'This ain't no Georgia duck. This duck's From Arkansas. You got a Arkansas license? 'The Cajun reached into his wallet and produced an Arkansas hunting license.

The warden then reached over and picked up the third duck, sniffed its rear, and said This ain't no Georgia duck. This here duck's from Mississippi. You got a Mississippi huntin' license? Again the Cajun reached into his wallet and brought out a Missis- sippi hunting license.

The game warden was extremely frustrated at this point, and he yelled at the Cajun, 'Just where are you from?' The Cajun turned around, bent over, dropped his pants, and said, 'You tell me. You're the expert.'