Game Warden approaches a hunter in the woods…

He asks: “Watcha got in that bag, son?" The young kid snorts; "Three squirrels, Sir!"

"Let me see one of them squirrels!" The Game Warden licks his finger and shoves it up the squirrel butt, sniffs it and says; "Well, this here squirrel is from Ohio and you need an Ohio Hunting License!" Kid rifles through his pockets and produces one!

"Let me see another one!", same thing. Licks his finger and shoves it up the varmints butt, sniffs his finger, "See now, this one is from Kentucky and you need a license from there, son." Again, young hunter reaches in his pocket and produces a Kentucky Hunting License!

Finally, the Warden snatches up the last one, does the same thing and proclaims; "This one is local! You best have a West-by-God Virginia Huntin' License!" Kid pulls one out of his top pocket; "Here ya go!"

Warden snaps: “Geez Son! All these different Hunting Licenses, where the hell are you from?!"

Kid licks his finger, shoves it up his own butt, puts it under the Game Wardens nose and says; "You're so damn smart, you tell ME!"