The Pope took a couple of days off to visit the mountains for some sight-seeing.

He was cruising along the campground in the Popemobile when there was a frantic commotion just at the edge of the woods. A helpless PETA protester, wearing sandals, shorts, a "Save the Whales" / "Bush Lied" T-shirt and an eat more vegetables hat, was screaming while struggling frantically, thrashing around trying to free himself from the jaws of a 10 foot grizzly.

As the Pope watched horrified, a group of hunters came racing up. One quickly fired a .44 magnum into the bear's chest. The other two reached up and pulled the bleeding semiconscious PETA guy from the bear's grasp. Then using long clubs, the three hunters finished off the bear and two of them threw it onto the bed of their truck while the other tenderly placed the injured PETA protester in the back seat.

As they prepared to leave, the Pope summoned them to come over. "I give you my blessing for your brave actions!" he told them. "I heard there was a bitter hatred between the hunters and PETA animal rights activists but now I've seen with my own eyes that this is not true."

As the Pope drove off, one of the hunters asked his buddies "Who was that guy?"

"It was the Pope", another replied, "He's in direct contact with God and has access to all God's wisdom."

"Well," the hunter said, "he may have access to all God's wisdom but he sure doesn't know anything about bear hunting! By the way, is the bait holding up, or do we need to go back to town and snatch another one?"