A Chinese immigrant went hunting one day in Ontario and bagged three
ducks. He put them in the back of his pickup truck and was about to
drive home when he was confronted by a game warden who didn’t like
Chinamen.
 
The game warden ordered the Chinese to show his hunting license and
the Chinese 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
hunting license, boy??”
 
The Chinese 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 Chinese 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 Manitoba duck. This here duck’s from Nova Scotia. You got a Nova Scotia
hunting license??”
 
Again the Chinese reached into his wallet keeping calm and patience and brought out a
Nova Scotia license.
 
The game warden was extremely frustrated at this point, and he yelled at the Chinese
“just where the hell are you from??”
 
The Chinese smiled turned around, bent over, dropped his pants showing
his butt and said, ” you tell me, you are the expert.”