JayC
Huh?
[font=Verdana, Arial, Helvetica] The big game hunter walked in the bar and bragged to everyone
about his hunting skills. The man was undoubtedly a good shot
and no one would dispute that. Then he said that they could
blindfold him and he would recognize any animal's skin from
its feel and, if he could locate the bullet hole, he would
even tell them what caliber the bullet was that killed the
animal. The hunter said that he was willing to prove it if
they would put up the drinks. So the bet was on.
They blindfolded him carefully and took him to his first
animal skin. After feeling it for a few moments, he announced
"Bear." Then he felt the bullet hole and declared, "Shot with
a .308 rifle." He was right.! They brought him another skin
from someone's car trunk. He took a bit longer this time and
then said, "Elk. Shot with a 7mm Mag rifle. He was right
again. Through the night, he proved his skills again and
again, every time against a round of drinks.
Finally he staggered home, drunk out of his mind and went to
sleep. The next morning he got up and saw in the mirror that
he had one huge black eye. He said to his wife, "I know I was
drunk last night, but not drunk enough to get in a fight and
not remember it. Where did I get this black eye?"
His wife angrily replied, "I gave it to you. You got into
bed, put your hand down my panties, fiddled around a bit and
then loudly yelled, "Skunk ... killed with an axe."[/font]
about his hunting skills. The man was undoubtedly a good shot
and no one would dispute that. Then he said that they could
blindfold him and he would recognize any animal's skin from
its feel and, if he could locate the bullet hole, he would
even tell them what caliber the bullet was that killed the
animal. The hunter said that he was willing to prove it if
they would put up the drinks. So the bet was on.
They blindfolded him carefully and took him to his first
animal skin. After feeling it for a few moments, he announced
"Bear." Then he felt the bullet hole and declared, "Shot with
a .308 rifle." He was right.! They brought him another skin
from someone's car trunk. He took a bit longer this time and
then said, "Elk. Shot with a 7mm Mag rifle. He was right
again. Through the night, he proved his skills again and
again, every time against a round of drinks.
Finally he staggered home, drunk out of his mind and went to
sleep. The next morning he got up and saw in the mirror that
he had one huge black eye. He said to his wife, "I know I was
drunk last night, but not drunk enough to get in a fight and
not remember it. Where did I get this black eye?"
His wife angrily replied, "I gave it to you. You got into
bed, put your hand down my panties, fiddled around a bit and
then loudly yelled, "Skunk ... killed with an axe."[/font]
