After a long night of coon huntin' a couple a good ole Georgia boys were sittin' in their rocking chairs on the front porch of their hunting cabin passing the moonshine jug back and forth, accompanied by an exhausted blue tick hound at their feet.
An hour or two deep into the "jug" with little or no conversation between the ole boys, their hound wakes up, cocks his leg and proceeds to give himself a good lick.
Being somewhat easily amused, one Georgia boy turns to the other and remarks, " Damn, I wish I could do that".
His huntin' buddy turns to him with an inebriated look and replies, " that dog would bite you" !
