SpinnerBait_Nut
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The big game hunter walked in the bar and bragged to everyone about his<br />hunting skills. The man was undoubtedly a good shot and no one could<br />dispute that. But then he said that they could blindfold him and he would<br />recognize any animal's skin from its feel, and if he could locate the<br />bullet hole he would even tell them what caliber the bullet was that killed<br />the animal.<br /><br />The hunter said that he was willing to prove it if they would put up the<br />drinks, and so the bet was on. They blindfolded him carefully and took him<br />to his first animal skin.<br /><br />After feeling it for a few moments, he announced "Bear."<br /><br />Then he felt the bullet hole and declared, "Shot with a .308 rifle." He was<br />right.<br /><br />They brought him another skin, one that someone had in their car trunk.<br /><br />He took a bit longer this time and then said, "Elk, Shot with a 7mm Mag<br />rifle. He was right again.<br /><br />Through the night, he proved his skills again and again, every time<br />against a round of drinks. Finally he staggered home, drunk out of his<br />mind, and went to sleep.<br /><br />The next morning he got up and saw in the mirror that he had one hell of a<br />shiner.<br /><br />He said to his wife, "I know I was drunk last night, but not drunk enough<br />to get in a fight and not remember it. Where did I get this black eye?"<br /><br />His wife angrily replied, "I gave it to you. You got into bed and (edit) and loudly announced,<br />"Skunk, killed with an axe." 
