I hasten to say that this joke is for hunters only.

Two guys take up positions in a deer stand. After some hours have passed, one hunter gets bored and pulls out a bottle of whisky. He offers his companion a drink but the guy refuses. The hunter swigs down a couple of belts. More hours pass -without a deer showing up. The hunter continues to drain the bottle of whisky -always offering a drink to his companion. His companion always refuses the drink.

As might be expected, near the end of the day, a really good 8 point buck shows up. The companion, totally sober, fires -and misses.

The drunken hunter waves his rifle in the direction of the buck - and kills him dead on the spot.

The companion is, understandably, upset. He tells the drunk: " I've been cold sober all day and missed. How the hell did you do that?"

The drunken hunter says: " C'mon! It was easy! Who could miss a whole herd of deer?"

You realise, of course, that this is how Aussies fight? We all just aim for the guy in the middle of the enemy formation.