A Newfie 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 Newfies.
The game warden ordered the Newfie to show his hunting license, and the
Newfie 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 Newfie 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 Newfie 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 Ontario duck. This here duck's from Nova Scotia. You got a Nova Scotia
huntin' license?" Again the Newfie 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 Newfie
"Just where the hell are you from?"
The Newfie turned around, bent over, dropped his pants, and said,
"You tell me, you're the expert."
