Ole Cletus went huntin an he was comin back home with three nice, fat ducks that would make for some mighty fine vittles. He had all three a them in the back a his pickup truck an he was happier than a coondog on a bare leg.
Wellsir, it just so happens that ole Cletus was stopped by the local game warden an Cletus could tell that there game warden had a cockle up his britches for countrified folks.
That game warden walked up to the pickup truck and took a gander in the back at those three ducks. He sorta sneered a little bit and said, "I see you got three ducks back there... do you by any chance have a Georgia huntin license?" Cletus pulled out his Georgia huntin license and showed it to that there game warden.
The game warden looked at the license an then reached over an picked up one of the ducks. As the Lard is my witness, that there game warden turned that duck over an sniffed its butt. He turned to Cletus and said: "This here duck ain't from Georgia. This here is a Tennessee duck. You got yourself a Tennessee huntin' license, boy?" Well, Cletus produced a Tennessee huntin license and gave it to the warden. He looked it over real good and then handed it back to Cletus.
That there game warden reached in the back AGAIN and grabbed the second duck. He turned THAT duck over and commenced to sniffin IT'S butt. "This here is a Mississippi duck. You got a Mississippi license?" Cletus reached down, pulled out a Mississippi huntin' license and give it to the game warden.
Finally, the game warden reach over, picked up the third duck, turned it over and once again sniffed it's butt! He said, "Boy, this here is a Kentucky duck. Do you be havin a Kentucky huntin license?" Cletus reached into the glove box, pulled out a Kentucky huntin license and gave it to the warden.
That there game warden had finally reached the end a his rope. He wasn't about to let no stupid countrified folks make a fool a him.
He yanked open the door to that pickup and yelled at ole Cletus, "You stoopid hillbilly... just where the hell are your from, boy?"
Hillbilly Marketer's Rule of Success #2... Not everone who claims they is an expert IS an expert! Some of em just like to feel important. Get to know the real game wardens from the duck butt-sniffers!
Ya'll take care now, hear?