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 he could
recognize any animal's skin by feeling it, and he could tell what
caliber rifle was used to shoot it by locating the bullet
hole.
This was a bit too much for the other customers, and soon a heated
argument started. 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 and took him to his first animal skin. After
feeling it for a few moments, he anounced, "Springbok." Then he
felt for the bullet hole and declared, "And it was shot with a .22
rifle." He was right! The others could not believe it and the
argument was even hotter than before.
So they blindfolded him again, very thoroughly this time, and they
brought another skin. He took a bit longer this time and then said,
"Kalahari Lion." Fingering the bullet hole, he added, "The rifle
was a .308." He was right again! This only made the crowd more
curious, and he had to prove his skills over and over again, every
time winning 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 didn't get into
a fight. So where did I get this black eye?"
His wife replied angrily, "From me!"
"What did I do?" he asked.
She replied, "You got into bed and put your hand inside my panties.
Then you fiddled around a bit and announced, 'Skunk, killed with an
axe!'"
