The Deer Hunter

A man was deer hunting in North Carolina.

He shot a deer, and as he dragged it back to his truck, he was stopped by a redneck Game Warden, who asked to see his hunting license.

The hunter showed him the license, and was about to leave when the Game Warden said “Not so fast, Boy. I need to inspect the deer.”

The Game Warden then reached down, stuck his finger up the deer’s butt, pulled it out, then sniffed his finger.

The Game Warden got angry and said, “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 happened that the man had been hunting in Virginia the week before. He went back into his wallet hand pulled out a Virginia Hunting License.

The Game Warden looked at the valid license and disappointingly said, “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 man was hunting again. He shot another deer, and as he dragged it back to his truck, he was stopped by the same Game Warden, who said “Just a minute, Boy. I need to inspect the deer.”

He reached down, stuck his finger up the deer’s butt, pulled it out, sniffed his finger, and said, “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 went and got it out of the glove box, showed it to the Game Warden, who again had to let him go.

So this went on for the next three weeks. Each week the hunter shot a deer. Somehow those deer had migrated from from Georgia, Tennessee, and West Virginia. Each time the Game Warden stopped to do the Finger Test, and each time the hunter was able to produce the correct license.

Finally, after the West Virginia deer, the Game Warden was furious, “Boy! You got a hunting license from every state in the south! Where the hell are you
from, anyway?”

The hunter dropped his pants, bent over and said, “You tell me!”

The Deer Hunter
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