Big Game Hunter
> The big game hunter walked into a bar and bragged to everyone about his
> hunting abilities.
>
> The man was apparently a good shot, and no one could dispute that. But
> then he said they could blindfold him and he would recognize the
> animal's skin from its feel, and if he could locate the bullet hole
> would even tell them what the caliber the bullet was that killed the
> animal.
>
> The hunter said 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. then he felt the
> bullet hole and declared, killed with a 308 rifle. He was right. They
> brought him another skin someone had in their car trunk. He took a bit
> longer this time and then said, Elk shot with a 7mm mag rifle. Again he
> was right.
>
> 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 bed.
>
> 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 have gotten into a fight and not remember it. Where did I get
> this black eye?
>
> His wife angrily replied, I gave it to you. You got in bed and put your
> hand down my panties. Then you fiddled around a bit and loudly announced
> Skunk, killed with an axe.
