This deer season I was sneaking up on a good buck, when all of a sudden from off to my left, here comes a nice big black bear. Now, I hadn’t had that much time to hunt this year so I thought I needed to take advantage of an unusual situation. I decided to take a chance, and aimed at a rock about half way between the two animals. Well, the bullet split in two and dropped them both. The recoil from the shot made me lose my footing, slipping backwards into the brook behind me, where I hit my head and lost consciousness. When I woke up, my right hand had a hold of a beaver’s tail, my left had drowned a mink, and my pockets were so full of trout that the button popped off my fly, and killed a partridge.
:DCarl
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