Indian Duck Hunter

[[EoM]Shogun]

A Native Indian went hunting one day in Alberta 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 a racist game warden who didn't like Native Indians.

The game warden ordered the Indian to show his hunting license, and the
Indian pulled out a valid Alberta 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 Alberta. This is a
Saskatchewan duck. You got a Saskatchewan huntin' license, boy?"

The Indian reached into his wallet and produced a Saskatchewan 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 Saskatchewan duck. This
duck's from Manitoba. You got a Manitoba license?"

The Indian 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 British
Columbia You got a British Columbia huntin' license?"

Again the Indian reached into his wallet and brought out a British Columbia
hunting license. The game warden was extremely frustrated at this point,
and he yelled at the Indian,"Just where the hell are you from?"

The Indian turned around, bent over, dropped his pants, and said,"You tell
me, you're the expert!"

[dizzy]

The curator of a Western art museum commissioned a local artist to paint a mural-sized painting of Custer's Last Thought. The artist was told to make it highly symbolic of Custer's mindset during the debacle at Little Big Horn. Deep in thought, the artist went to her studio. After many false starts, she proceeded to paint an enormous oil painting. Finally, after many months of work, the painting was unveiled for the curator. In the foreground, a beautiful crystalline blue lake with a single fish leaping. Around the fish's head is a halo. In the background, the hills and meadows are covered with naked Native American couples copulating.

The curator is both disgusted and baffled by what he sees. In a rage he turns to the artist and asks,"What the hell has this got to do with Custer's Last Thought?"

The artist replied,"It's simple. Custer's Last Thought had to have been: Holy Mackerel! Where did all these fucking Indians come from?"