Jake
11-17-2005, 08:14 AM
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."
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."