A Skilled Hunter

[norman]

A Skilled Hunter

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. Then 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 of course) 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.

This of course 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!"