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Tell It Like It IS
A big game hunter walked into the bar and bragged to everyone about
his hunting skills. The man was undoubtedly a good shot and no one
could dispute that. But 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, and 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, one that someone had in their 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 hell of a shiner.
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 and put
your hand down my panties. Then you fiddled around a bit and loudly
announced, 'Skunk. Killed with an axe.'"
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Don't mess with old farts...age and treachery will always overcome youth and skill! Bullshit and brilliance only come with age and experience.
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