A sardar went hunting one day in Ontario 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 an ornery game warden who didn't like sardars.
The game warden ordered the sardar to show his hunting license, and
the
sardar pulled out a valid Ontario 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
Ontario.
This is a Quebec duck. You got a Quebec huntin' license, boy?"
The sardar reached into his wallet and produced a Quebec 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 Quebec duck. This
duck's
from Manitoba. You got a Manitoba license?" The sardar 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
Nova
Scotia. You got a Nova Scotia huntin' license?" Again the sarda reached
into his wallet and brought out a Nova Scotia hunting license.
The game warden was extremely frustrated at this point, and he yelled
at
the sardar "Just where the hell are you from?"
The sardar smiled turned around, bent over, dropped his pants, and
said,
"You tell me, you're the expert."..