A man decides to go bear hunting. He goes to the gun shop, buys a gun and goes into the forrest. Sits in a tree and after about an hour a huge black bear comes walking down the trail, he shoots and the bear drops.
He scurries down the tree and runs up the trail. When he gets to where the bear was, it is gone. He feels a tap on his shoulder, turns around and this huge bear is staring at him and says, “Just for trying to screw up my life I’m going to screw you!”
He turns the hunter around yanks down his pants and goes to work. The next day the hunter goes back to the gun shop and says “Get me the biggest damn bear gun you have!”.
He then goes back to the same spot and to his amazement, the same bear comes down the trail. BLAM! The bear goes down. He scurries down the tree, up the trail and once again, no bear. He feels a tap on his shoulder and there is the bear again.
The bear asks him, “You don’t really come here for the hunting do you?”
Big Jonny–
That’s a pretty damn funny joke. I also like the one about Alaskan sourdoughs advising bear hunters to file off the front sight of their “bear safety” sidearm… that way, it hurts less when the bear shoves it up your ass.
Mikey
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well after all “bear hunting Is just gay code.