The great 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 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 big longer this time and
then said, "Elk, shot with a 7mm Mag rifle." Again he
was right.
Through the night he proved his skills over and over,
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 into 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
yelled, 'Skunk, killed with an axe'."
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"We are all born ignorant, but one must work hard to remain stupid."
-Benjamin Franklin
"If the Good Lord wanted me to use percussion caps I reckon the river beds would be full of 'em for the takin"
Old flintlock shooter I met at the range.
In this day and age it is easier to stay stupid than it is to stay ignorant. I have had the misfortune to have encountered many informed idiots
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