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From: <IKE70@aol.com>
To: <ranger1@2xtreme.net>
Sent: Thursday, August 31, 2000 7:44 PM
Subject: Hunting
>
> > :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :)
> > > The big game hunter walked into the bar and bragged to everyone
about
> his
> > > skills as a hunter. 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 rifle was used to
shoot it.
> > > This was a bit too much for the other customers, and soon a
heated
> > > argument
> > > was going on. The hunter said that he was willing to prove it
if they
> > > would
> > > put up the drinks, and 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, "Springbok." Then
he felt
> for
> > > the bullet hole and declared, "And shot with a .22 rifle."
> > >
> > > The others could not believe it (he was right) and the argument
was even
> > > hotter than before. When some started to suggest that he must
have
> peeped,
> > > he said that he was prepared to do it again. He would put up
all the
> > > drinks
> > > they had bought before against them buying another round for
him. So
> they
> > > blindfolded him again, very thoroughly this time, and they
brought a
> skin
> > > that someone happened to have in the trunk of his car.
> > >
> > > He took a bit longer this time and then said, "Kalahari Lion,"
and
> > > fingering
> > > the bullet hole, said, "and the rifle was a .308" and he was
right
> again.
> > >
> > > Well, this was like throwing fat on the fire, and he had to
prove his
> > > skills, over and over again, every time against a round of
drinks.
> Finally
> > > he staggered home, bombed 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,
> > >
> > > "Listen I know I was drunk last night, but not too drunk to
know that I
> > > did
> > > not fight anyone in that bar. So where did I get this black
eye?"
> > >
> > > And his wife replied angrily, "From me, of course!"
> > >
> > > "But what did I do?" he asked.
> > >
> > > She replied, "You got into bed and put your hand down inside my
panties.
> > > Then you fiddled around a bit and announced in a loud
triumphant tone, ]
> > >
> > > "Skunk, killed with an ax!"
> > >
> > > :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :)
> >>
>
>
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Sent: Wednesday, August 30, 2000 4:04 PM
Subject: Hunting
> :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :)
> > The big game hunter walked into the bar and bragged to everyone about
his
> > skills as a hunter. 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 rifle was used to shoot it.
> > This was a bit too much for the other customers, and soon a heated
> > argument
> > was going on. The hunter said that he was willing to prove it if they
> > would
> > put up the drinks, and 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, "Springbok." Then he felt
for
> > the bullet hole and declared, "And shot with a .22 rifle."
> >
> > The others could not believe it (he was right) and the argument was even
> > hotter than before. When some started to suggest that he must have
peeped,
> > he said that he was prepared to do it again. He would put up all the
> > drinks
> > they had bought before against them buying another round for him. So
they
> > blindfolded him again, very thoroughly this time, and they brought a
skin
> > that someone happened to have in the trunk of his car.
> >
> > He took a bit longer this time and then said, "Kalahari Lion," and
> > fingering
> > the bullet hole, said, "and the rifle was a .308" and he was right
again.
> >
> > Well, this was like throwing fat on the fire, and he had to prove his
> > skills, over and over again, every time against a round of drinks.
Finally
> > he staggered home, bombed 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,
> >
> > "Listen I know I was drunk last night, but not too drunk to know that I
> > did
> > not fight anyone in that bar. So where did I get this black eye?"
> >
> > And his wife replied angrily, "From me, of course!"
> >
> > "But what did I do?" he asked.
> >
> > She replied, "You got into bed and put your hand down inside my panties.
> > Then you fiddled around a bit and announced in a loud triumphant tone, ]
> >
> > "Skunk, killed with an ax!"
> >
> > :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :)
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