The Big Game Hunter

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 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 calibre 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 blackeye?” His wife

angrily replied, “I gave it to you. You got into bed and

put your hand down my pan***s. Then you fiddled around a bit

and loudly announced, “Skunk, killed with an axe.”