Jake from State Farm
I'm wearing Khakis, why?
- Sep 6, 2014
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I was deer hunting in the mountains of North Carolina. After about four hours I shot a nice 400lb buck. While I was hauling the dear back to my truck, I was stopped by the game warden, he wanted to see my hunting permit. I showed him my N.C. permit, after which he proceeded to stick his finger up the deer's *******. He pulled his finger out and smelled it. The warden told me that the deer was a Virginia deer, and he wanted to see my Virginia permit. I had hunted in Norfolk, Virginia about two months ago, so I looked through my wallet and showed him my Virginia permit. He was very upset because he got some enjoyment from handing out fines to hunters without permits.
About one week later I was out hunting again on the same property. I was in a tree stand for almost seven hours before I spotted my first deer. I had a clean shot, and popped the deer right in the neck. While taking the deer back to my truck, the same perverted warden came up and insisted he be allowed to inspect the deer. He stuck his finger right up the deer's ass and then smelled and licked his finger. I was about to throw up. He told me that the deer was from South Carolina and he wanted my S.C. permit. I ran back to my truck and got the S.C. permit out of my glove compartment. This time the warden seemed even more upset then he did the last time. Of course he could not give me a ticket and he had to let me go.
I shot three more deer during the rest of the season, and every time he did the same thing. He stuck his finger up the deer's butt and told me that I needed I license from Georgia, Alabama, and then West Virginia. I had a permit for every state. He was so mad when I showed him my permit from West Virginia, I thought he was going to kill me. He said " Boy, you got a permit for every damn state in the South, Where the hell you from?"
I pulled down my pants and bent over, and then told the warden, "why don't you tell me!"
About one week later I was out hunting again on the same property. I was in a tree stand for almost seven hours before I spotted my first deer. I had a clean shot, and popped the deer right in the neck. While taking the deer back to my truck, the same perverted warden came up and insisted he be allowed to inspect the deer. He stuck his finger right up the deer's ass and then smelled and licked his finger. I was about to throw up. He told me that the deer was from South Carolina and he wanted my S.C. permit. I ran back to my truck and got the S.C. permit out of my glove compartment. This time the warden seemed even more upset then he did the last time. Of course he could not give me a ticket and he had to let me go.
I shot three more deer during the rest of the season, and every time he did the same thing. He stuck his finger up the deer's butt and told me that I needed I license from Georgia, Alabama, and then West Virginia. I had a permit for every state. He was so mad when I showed him my permit from West Virginia, I thought he was going to kill me. He said " Boy, you got a permit for every damn state in the South, Where the hell you from?"
I pulled down my pants and bent over, and then told the warden, "why don't you tell me!"