On a tour of Alaska, the Pope took a couple of days off to visit
the mountains for some sight seeing.

He was cruising along the campground in the Pope-mobile
when there was a frantic commotion just at the edge of the
woods. A helpless Democrat, wearing sandals, shorts, and
a "Save the Whales" T-shirt was struggling frantically,
thrashing around trying to free himself from the jaws of a
10 foot grizzly.

As the Pope watched horrified, a group of Republican loggers
came racing up. One quickly fired a .44 magnum into the bear's
chest. The other two reached up and pulled the bleeding
semiconscious Democrat from the bear. Then using long clubs,
the three loggers beat the bear to death and two of them threw
it onto the bed of their truck while the other tenderly placed the
injured Democrat 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 loggers and
environmental activists, but now I've seen with my own eyes
that it is not true."

As the Pope drove off, one of the loggers 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 logger 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 okay in the back seat there,
or do we need to go back to town and grab another one?"