A Native went hunting one day in Alberta 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 racist game warden who didn't like Natives.
The game warden ordered the Indian to show his hunting license, and
the Indian pulled out a valid Alberta 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 Alberta. This
is a Saskatchewan duck. You got a Saskatchewan huntin' license, boy?"
The Indian reached into his wallet and produced a Saskatchewan 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 Saskatchewan
duck. This duck's from Manitoba. You got a Manitoba license?" The
Indian reached into his wallet and produced a Manitoba hunting license.
The warden then reached over and picked up the third duck, sniffed its
butt, and said, "This ain't no Manitoba duck. This here duck's
from British Columbia You got a British Columbia huntin' license?"
Again the Indian reached into his wallet and brought out a British Columbia
hunting license. The game warden was extremely frustrated at this point,
and he yelled at the Indian, "You think you are so smart where
are you from?"
The Indian turned around, bent over, dropped his pants, and said, "You
tell me, you're the expert!"