A DEA officer stops at a ranch in Montana and talks with an old rancher. He tells the rancher, “I need to inspect your ranch for illegally grown drugs.” The old rancher points and says, “Have at it. But stay outta that field over yonder.”
The DEA officer whips out his badge and hisses, “Mister, this badge says I have the authority of the Federal Government with me.” He gets right in the old rancher’s face. “And it says I go wherever I wish, no questions asked. Clear?”
The old rancher nods politely. “Pardon me, sir. I’ll just be tendin’ to my chores.”
A short time later, the rancher hears loud screams and sees the DEA officer running for his life with the rancher’s prize bull snorting close behind. With every step the bull gains ground on the officer, and it seems likely that he’ll get “horned” before he reaches safety. The officer is clearly terrified.
The old rancher throws down his tools, dashes to the fence and hollers at the top of his lungs, “Your badge! Show him your badge!”
