Bear Hunting

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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?”

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The man, the legend. The guy who started it all back in the Year of Our Lord Beer, 2000, with a couple of pages worth of idiotic ranting hardcoded on some random porn site that would host anything you uploaded, a book called HTML for Dummies (which was completely appropriate), a bad attitude (which hasn’t much changed), and a Dell desktop running Win95 with 64 mgs of ram and a six gig hard drive. Those were the days. Then he went to law school. Go figure. Flagstaff, Arizona, USA

3 Replies to “Bear Hunting”

  1. 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.