LubeDude
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On a tour of Oregon, the Pope took a couple of days off to visit the mountains for some sightseeing. <br /><br />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 man, wearing sandals, hawaiian shorts, a save-the-whales tee shirt and a tree-hugger hat was struggling frantically, thrashing around trying to free himself from the jaws of a 10 foot grizzly. <br /><br />As the pope watched horrified, a group of loggers came racing up. One ran up and quickly fired a 44 mag into the bear's chest. The other two reached out and pulled the bleeding semiconscious man from the bear. <br /><br />Then using long clubs, the three loggers beat the bear to death and hauled it to their truck. <br /><br />Immediately the Pope shouted and summoned them to come over. "I give you my blessing for your brave actions!" he told them. "I heard that there was bitter hatred between loggers and environmental activists. But now I have seen with my own eyes that this is not true." <br /><br />As the Pope drove off, one logger asked his buddies "Who was that?" <br /><br />"It was the Pope," one replied. "He is supposed to be in direct contact with God, and they say, has access to all of God's wisdom." <br /><br />"Well," the logger said, "he may have access to God's wisdom, but he sure doesn't know anything about bear hunting. <br /><br />By the way, is the bait holding up okay, or do we need to go back to Eugene and grab another one?"
