A fish warden is having a bad day, so he decides he desperately wants to give someone a citation. He goes to the parking lot of a local river access area to patrol, and sure enough, there's a pick up truck parked with a hillbilly loading his gear along with a large ice chest. The warden approaches him, and checks the hillbilly's fishing license and equipment. The license is valid, so the warden opens up the ice chest. Inside are three nice-sized trout.
The warden picks up one of the trout, looks at it, sniffs its butt, and says "this is a Kentucky trout, you got a Kentucky fishin license??" The hillbilly reaches into his wallet and pulls out a valid Kentucky license.
The warden pulls out another trout, sniffs its butt, and says "this here's a Pennsylvania trout, you got a Pennsylvania fishin license??" Sure enough, the hillbilly reaches into his wallet and pulls out a Pennsylvania license.
The warden pulls out the other trout, sniffs its butt, and says "wait! this is a Michigan trout! You got a Michigan fishing license, boy??" Once again, the hillbilly pulls out a Michigan fishing license.
At this point, the warden has run out of violations to check for, and he is very frustrated, so he loses his cool and screams at the hillbilly "son, just where the hell are you from, anyway?!!!"
The hillbilly drops his pants, bends over, and says "you tell me, expert!"
god bless, tight lines..
