The Hunter:
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 caliber 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," then 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 big longer this time and then said, "Elk, shot with a
7mm Mag rifle." Again he was right.

Through the night he proved his skills over and over, 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 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 into bed and put
your hand down my panties then yelled, 'Skunk, killed with an axe'."

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA !

that is one of the best jokes i have heard in a very long time...............TOOOOOOOOOOOOO FUNNNNY
WOOFER