An AR-activist walks into a bar, sits down, orders
a beer and tells the bartender,
"Hey, I have a really funny dumb-hunter joke – do
you want me to tell it?"
The bartender stares at him coldly and says,
"Look here, I’m 6 feet tall; I weigh 180 pounds,
and I’m a hunter; the other bartender down there is 6’2"; he
weighs 200 pounds and he’s a hunter. The guy who cleans up is 6’4";
he weighs 220 pounds, and he’s also a hunter. Are you sure you
wanna tell your dumb-hunter joke in here?"
The AR-activist thinks about it for a minute and
finally admits,
"Nah! It’s not worth it; I’d
have to explain it three times."
A bow-hunter comes
back to camp bleeding profusely from both ears. His buddy wants
to know what happened. "Well," he
explains I was about to shoot off an arrow when my cell phone rang,
and instead of putting my cell-phone to my ear I stuck the arrow
in my ear." His buddy is truly touched by the tragedy but
asks,
"What happened
to the other ear?"
Looking embarrassed,
the bow-hunter admits "That’s
when I tried to call the doctor."
A hunter accidentally
shot his buddy and carried his friend for two and half miles
out of the woods. By the time he
got him to a doctor it was too late. The medical attendant asked
him "Why didn’t you call dial 9-11 on your cell-phone, we could
have air-lifted your friend out and probably saved his life." The
hunter ruefully admitted: "I tried, but I couldn’t find the
eleven on my cell-phone."
A hunter hired an Alaskan guide to lead him through
the wilderness there. Not seeing much by the end of the twenty-third
day and feeling exhausted, the hunter suspected that they were lost...
" Look here — we’re lost," complained the
hunter. "I thought you were the best guide in Alaska."
"I am," replied the guide, "but we’re
probably in Arkansas by now.’’
What’s the difference between a
smart hunter and Bigfoot?
There is some chance that someday we’ll find Bigfoot.
Recent e-mail to C.A.S.H. from a hunter:
"your an idiot"
