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."
hen 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 panties. Then you fiddled around a bit and
loudly announced, "Skunk, killed with an axe."