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This guy was deer hunting in North Carolina.
He shoots a deer, and as he is dragging it back to his truck,
he gets stopped by this redneck Game Warden who asks
to see his hunting license.
The hunter shows him the license, and is about to leave
when the Game Warden says "Not so fast, Boy.
I need to inspect the deer."
The Game Warden then reaches down, sticks his finger
up the deer's butt, pulls it out then sniffs his finger.
The Game Warden gets angry then says "Wait a minute Boy!
This here ain't no North Carolina deer; this here is a Virginia deer!
You need to have a Virginia Hunting License to hunt this deer.
You got a Virginia Hunting License on you Boy?"
Well, it just so happens that the guy had been hunting in Virginia
the week before.
He goes back into his wallet hand pulls out a Virginia Hunting License.
The Game Warden looks at the valid license and disappointingly says,
"Well.... OK, I guess I'll have to let you go.
I really do enjoy writing up Boys like you who hunt deer without a license,
but you look like you got everything in order.
So go on, get out of here."
The following week, the guy is hunting again.
He shoots another deer and as he is dragging it back to his truck,
he gets stopped by the same Game Warden who says
"Just a minute Boy.
I need to inspect the deer."
He reaches down, sticks his finger up the deer's butt, pulls it out,
sniffs his finger and says, "Boy! This here is a South Carolina deer!
You got a South Carolina Hunting License?"
The Hunter, somewhat surprised, said that he had one in the truck.
He goes and gets it out of the glove box, shows it to the Game Warden,
who again has to let him go.
So this goes on for the next three weeks.
Each week the hunter shoots a deer; one from Georgia, Tennessee,
and West Virginia.
Each time the Game Warden stops to do the Finger Test,
and each time the hunter is able to produce the correct license.
Finally, after the West Virginia deer, the Game Warden is furious,
"Boy!
You got a hunting license from every state in the south!
Where the hell are you from, anyway?"
The hunter drops his pants, bends over and says "You tell me!"
He shoots a deer, and as he is dragging it back to his truck,
he gets stopped by this redneck Game Warden who asks
to see his hunting license.
The hunter shows him the license, and is about to leave
when the Game Warden says "Not so fast, Boy.
I need to inspect the deer."
The Game Warden then reaches down, sticks his finger
up the deer's butt, pulls it out then sniffs his finger.
The Game Warden gets angry then says "Wait a minute Boy!
This here ain't no North Carolina deer; this here is a Virginia deer!
You need to have a Virginia Hunting License to hunt this deer.
You got a Virginia Hunting License on you Boy?"
Well, it just so happens that the guy had been hunting in Virginia
the week before.
He goes back into his wallet hand pulls out a Virginia Hunting License.
The Game Warden looks at the valid license and disappointingly says,
"Well.... OK, I guess I'll have to let you go.
I really do enjoy writing up Boys like you who hunt deer without a license,
but you look like you got everything in order.
So go on, get out of here."
The following week, the guy is hunting again.
He shoots another deer and as he is dragging it back to his truck,
he gets stopped by the same Game Warden who says
"Just a minute Boy.
I need to inspect the deer."
He reaches down, sticks his finger up the deer's butt, pulls it out,
sniffs his finger and says, "Boy! This here is a South Carolina deer!
You got a South Carolina Hunting License?"
The Hunter, somewhat surprised, said that he had one in the truck.
He goes and gets it out of the glove box, shows it to the Game Warden,
who again has to let him go.
So this goes on for the next three weeks.
Each week the hunter shoots a deer; one from Georgia, Tennessee,
and West Virginia.
Each time the Game Warden stops to do the Finger Test,
and each time the hunter is able to produce the correct license.
Finally, after the West Virginia deer, the Game Warden is furious,
"Boy!
You got a hunting license from every state in the south!
Where the hell are you from, anyway?"
The hunter drops his pants, bends over and says "You tell me!"
