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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 would dispute that.
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.
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 from someone's 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 huge black eye. 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, put your hand down my panties,
fiddled around a bit and then loudly yelled, "Skunk. Killed with an axe".
The man was undoubtedly a good shot and no one would dispute that.
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.
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 from someone's 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 huge black eye. 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, put your hand down my panties,
fiddled around a bit and then loudly yelled, "Skunk. Killed with an axe".
