A 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
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 them carefully and took him to his first animal
skin.
After feeling it for a few moments, he announced "Springbok." 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, "Kalahari Lion
Shot with a .416 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. So 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."
~SweetiePeach~
~*God Bless America*~
