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| Is there anything better than deer hunting? Yeah, me neither. |
One day, Bob decides to ask his 'ol buddy Frank if he wants to go hunting with him in the Blue Ridge Appalachian wilderness. Frank never hunted before and wanted to hang out with his friend, so he says yes.
The boys drove their station wagon to the Blue Ridge Mountains with all their equipment. Then a truck pulled over, and the person that got out was a state game warden. He approached the boys, "You boys, ain't hunting without a license are ya?"
Both boys swallowed hard and said, "No sir."
Frank showed his hunting ID to the Warden.
"Hmm, this ID looks clear. What 'bout the other boy?"
"Oh, he's not hunting; he's just observing the wilderness with me."
Then the Warden replied, in a cheesy way, "Oh jolly! Observing God's wonderful creatures is always a delightful thing."
Until he spoke in a demonic voice, "Unless you harm anything from every square inch of this mountain, I will hunt you myself!"
Bob and Frank were very shaken and terrified. Then, the Warden said his last words to the boys in his cheesy voice again, "You boys now have a lovely day!"
Finally, the Warden drove off, and the boys were relieved.
"Ah, shucks!"
"What is it, Frank?"
"So, I'm never going to hunt after all?"
"Of course you are silly. That's why I lied to the Warden."
"YAAAYY!!!!" Now we can finally go hunting!"
After spending several hours wandering through the woods, they become thoroughly lost in the wilderness. Disoriented, they sit down to discuss what to do next.
"Hey, I have an idea," says Bob. "If we each fire three shots into the air, someone will hear them and come to help us." So each of them fires three shots into the air.
An hour later, nobody has come to help Bob and Frank, so they decide to fire three more shots.
Another hour passes, and Bob and Frank are still lost and alone. "OK, let's try this one more time," says Bob.
"Dude, this had better work," replies Frank. "These are our last arrows."
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