Hooray, it's duck hunting season once again in Texas and the ducks are filling the skies, while the hunters are filling their hunting blinds. Well, this would have been a great opening day of duck season if this one guy hadn't been hogging all of the ducks that were flying in towards where we were hunting that is.
Man, what are two duck hunters to do in this frustrating situation? We can see the ducks swooping and diving towards the ground, when suddenly - Bang - then ducks are plunging and splashing in the water, just a couple of hundred yards away from us. This other hunter has the perfect position to ambush the ducks, before they have the chance to fly our way, so we can have a shot at our fair share of them. Only if there were something that we could have done to run him off, so we can bag our limit.
Just as luck would have it, a game warrant happens to come our way, so to check our hunting license and to chat about our day.
Game Warrant “Howdy boys, I need to check your license”.
First Two Hunters hand over their license and have them checked.
Game Warrant “It appears that everything is in order and you two can continue to hunt”.
Game Warrant “How many ducks have you bagged today?”
First Two Hunters “None, because there is another hunter down there in the holler, that has been bagging them all day long. He has left no ducks for us to bag.”
Game Warrant “Oh, I see. Don't worry boys, I will see what I can do to run him off, so you two can bag a few birds”.
So, the game warrant moved along to meet this other hunter hunting in the nearby holler and run him away.
Game Warrant “Good afternoon. I need to check you license”.
Other Hunter “Ok, here it is”.
Game Warrant “This Texas license looks to be in order”.
Game Warrant “How many ducks have you bagged today?”
The other hunter smiled and pointed his finger toward a pile ducks lying on the ground.
Game Warrant “Wow, that's quite impressive! I do need to examine those ducks. Is that all right with you?”
The Other Hunter “Go right ahead”.
So, the Game Warrant picked up one of the ducks and stuck his finger in its butt and then, took a big whiff of his finger. This is a Tennessee duck. Do you have a Tennessee license?”
The Other Hunter “Yes, I do and here it is”.
Game Warrant “Ok, it appears to be current”.
The Game Warrant picks up another duck and sticks his finger in its butt and then, takes a big whiff of his finger. This is a Mississippi duck. Can I see your Mississippi license?”
The Other Hunter “Yes sir, here it is”.
The Game Warrant checks it out and everything appears to be in order, then he notices a goose lying on the ground and picks it up, sticks his finger in its butt and takes another big whiff of his finger.
Game Warrant “This is a Canadian goose, boy! I need to see your Canadian license”.
The Other Hunter “Let me see. I know I have it in here somewhere”.
The Game Warrant begins to crack a little smile, as he believes that he has found a reason to run him off, so that the other hunters can bag some birds. Just as he was about to speak the Other Hunter pulls from his packed wallet a license and hands it to the Game Warrant.
The Other Hunter “Found it. Here you go”.
The Game Warrant can't believe his eyes, it's a valid Canadian goose hunting license and there isn't anything that he can do to run this guy off.
Game Warrant “Dang it. Where are you from?”
About that time, the Other Hunter unbuckles his pants and drops them just below his waist and replies, “You tell me.”
