A carload of hunters, looking for a place to hunt, pulled into a Steve’s yard. The driver went up to his house to ask permission to hunt. Steve said, “Sure you can hunt, but would you do me a favor? That old mule standing over there is 20 years old and sick with cancer, but I don’t have the heart to kill her. Would you do it for me?” The hunter said, “Sure,” and headed for the car.
While walking back, however, he decided to pull a trick on his hunting buddies. He got into the car and when they asked if the homeowner had said okay, he said, “No, we can’t hunt here, but I’m going to teach that old cuss a lesson.” With that, he rolled down his window, stuck his gun out and blasted the mule. As he exclaimed, “There, that will teach him!” a second shot rang out from the passenger side. And, one of his hunting buddies shouted, “I got the cow!”
Ya, shudda put antlers on the cow, Steve.
… the imperial gallons would have made the ten gallon stetsons too large by a substantial measure … even considering Texan heads.
