W.VA. Hillbilly

[forbigpicture]

A hillbilly went hunting one day in West Virginia and bagged three ducks. He put them in the bed of his pickup truck and was about to drive home where 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 West Virginia hunting license. The game warden looked at the license, then reached over and picked up one of the ducks, sniffed it's butt, and said, "This duck ain't from West Virginia. This is a Kentucky duck. You got a Kentucky hunting license, boy?" The hillbilly 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 it's butt, and said, "This ain't no Kentucky duck. This duck's from Tennessee. You got an Tennessee licence?" The hillbilly reached into his wallet and produced an Tennessee license. The warden then reached over and picked up the third duck. "This duck's from Virginia. You got a Virginia hunting license?"
Again the hillbilly reached into his wallet and brought out a Virginia hunting license. The game warden was extremely frustrated at this point, and he yelled at the hillbilly, "Just where the hell are you from?"
The hillbilly turned around, bent over, dropped his pants, and said, "You tell me, you're the expert!"

 

[soltz]

I don’t even hunt, but that’s a good one !

 

[Old Iron]

 

[Bamamav]

Back before the CDL (commercial driver license) , it was pretty common to get a drivers license from two or three different states, especially if you ran hard all the time. You get stopped, just pull out the one with the least amount of tickets on it! A guy who became a good friend later on had six or seven different states license at any one time. He never used his AL one, keeping it clean so he could get one in some other state when he needed to.

He got stopped in TN late one Friday night, overweight as usual, speeding, no log book. Cop wanted to see his license, buddy pulls out one and gives it to him. Now buddy has been up about 3 days with no sleep, mad because he’s not home on Friday night, hungry, and a bit goofy headed, well more goofy headed than normal, lol. Cop comes back from his car after running the license, tells him it’s expired. Wait a minute, buddy says, try this one. Cop looks at it, asks him, just how many damn licenses do you have? Buddy, in a flash of brilliance, says, I don’t know,you count the SOB’s! Throwing out every one on the cops hood!

I think he told me it cost him $500 that night, and that was for the expired license since that was the one he showed them first! They even gave him the rest of them back! Now they’d hang you by the manhood if you had two licenses, much less 6!

 

[Couper]

A hillbilly went hunting one day in West Virginia and bagged three ducks. He put them in the bed of his pickup truck and was about to drive home where 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 West Virginia hunting license. The game warden looked at the license, then reached over and picked up one of the ducks, sniffed it's butt, and said, "This duck ain't from West Virginia. This is a Kentucky duck. You got a Kentucky hunting license, boy?" The hillbilly 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 it's butt, and said, "This ain't no Kentucky duck. This duck's from Tennessee. You got an Tennessee licence?" The hillbilly reached into his wallet and produced an Tennessee license. The warden then reached over and picked up the third duck. "This duck's from Virginia. You got a Virginia hunting license?"
Again the hillbilly reached into his wallet and brought out a Virginia hunting license. The game warden was extremely frustrated at this point, and he yelled at the hillbilly, "Just where the hell are you from?"
The hillbilly turned around, bent over, dropped his pants, and said, "You tell me, you're the expert!"

That's great!