Big game hunter
 

A 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 bit longer this time and then
> said,
> "Elk, Shot with
> a 7mm Mag
> rifle."
> He was right again.
> 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 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 in a fight and not remember it.
> Where did I get
> this blackeye?"
> His wife angrily replied,
> "I gave it to
> you.
> You got into bed
> and put your hand down my panties.
> Then you fiddled around a bit and loudly
> announced,
> "Skunk, killed with an
> axe.."

lmao good one