Ole went hunting one day in northern Wisconsin 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 Norskis.
The game warden ordered the Norski to show his hunting license, and Ole pulled out a valid Wisconsin 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 Wisconsin. This is a Minnesota duck. You got a Minnesota huntin' license, boy?"
Ole reached into his wallet and produced a Minnesota 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 Minnesota duck. This duck's from Iowa You got a Iowa license?"
Again Ole reached into his wallet and produced a Iowa hunting license.
The warden then reached over and picked up the third duck , sniffed its butt, and said, "This ain't no Iowa duck.
This here duck's from Michigan. You got a Michigan huntin' license?"
Once again Ole reached into his wallet and brought out a Michigan hunting license.
The game warden was extremely frustrated at this point, and he yelled at the Norski, "Boy, just where the hell are
you from?"
With that Ole turned around, dropped his pants, bent over, and said,"Vell you tell me. You're da expert by golly.