After a hard day logging in the northern wilderness, the boys headed to the local pub. Having downed a few whiskies, one of ‘em spotted Guy Luke the French fur trapper at the bar alone.
Figuring they could have some fun with him, they call him over.
Hey Guy, how would you like to drink for free? asked one of the loggers
I would like that very much. Responds Guy.
Well, we got a bet going amongst us that you can’t identify an animal pelt and what killed it blindfolded. Stated the youngest logger.
Ah, that is too easy. Bring the first pelt. Responded Guy.
Grinning the loggers bring Guy the first pelt.
You are making this too easy. This is a snow hare killed by a .22 rifle. Laughs Guy.
Stunned the loggers give him the next pelt.
Ha ha, I will be drinking for free tonight. This is a white tailed deer killed by a .308. Guy Smugly responds.
Frustrated the Loggers pick the most exotic pelt off the wall and hand it to Guy.
You almost had me. This is a Siberian Tiger killed by .357 magnum. Guy says with a smile.
Astounded, the loggers let Guy drink for free.
The next morning Guy wakes up on the floor of his bedroom with a massive headache. He goes into the bathroom for some aspirin only to notice he has a black eye. He heads down to the kitchen to get a glass of water.
Seeing his wife at the table he asks her: Do you remember how I got this black eye woman?
His wife looks at him with murder in her eyes: I gave it to you asshole.
Why the fuck did you do that woman? Guy asks.
You came home drunk as fuck walked up to me, put your hand in my pants and said skunk killed with an ax.
