did you hear the one about the hunter who…
today's paper… "Surrey Mounties find dynamite, shotgun near tree", read read read un huh… guns, trees…
three quarters of the way through the article i'm so captivated (yawn) that my gaze drifts to the much smaller, scrunched in between ads headline (again, guns and trees) which is, one can only assume, an error in syntax… or an exercise in dyslexia.
"hunter shot in leg by dogs"
"ha ha ha!" i snort. "yo, editors!!?"
it gets better. turns out it's right on the money. some guy (James Harris from Iowa) goes out hunting one day, shoots a pheasant, lays his gun on the ground so he can hope a fence and retrieve the bird, and his pack of hunting dogs (coward) jumps on the gun and shoots him in the ass…. ok, the leg.
talk about biting (well, shooting) the hand (um, leg) that feeds you.
moot or hooey?
four of the dogs held the gun while the fifth pulled the trigger.
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