A hillbilly went hunting one day in Ohio 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 that didn't like hillbillies. The game warden ordered the hillbilly to show his hunting license, and the hillbilly pulled out a valid Ohio 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 Ohio. This is a Michigan duck. You got a Michigan huntin' license, boy?" The hillbilly reached into his wallet and produced a Michigan 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 Michigan duck. This duck's from Indiana. You got a Indiana license?" The hillbilly reached into his wallet and produced an Indiana hunting license. The warden then reached over and picked up the third duck, sniffed its butt, and said this ain't no Indiana duck. This here duck's from Illinois. You got a Illinois huntin' license?" Again the hillbilly reached into his wallet and brought out a Illinois 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're the expert. You tell me."