A big game hunter walked into a bar and was bragging to everyone about his hunting skills. He claimed that they could blindfold him and he would recognize any animal’s skin from its feel, and if he could locate the bullet hole he would even tell them the calibre.
The other patrons thought he was blowing smoke and decided to make a bet… if he won they would buy him a drink, if he lost he owed the whole bar a round. They blindfolded him and took him to his first animal skin. After feeling it for a few moments, he announced “Bear.” Then he felt the bullet hole and declared, “Shot with a .308 rifle.” He was right. They brought him another skin, one that someone had in their car trunk. He took a bit longer this time and then said, “Elk, Shot with a 7mm mag rifle. He was right again. Through the night, he proved his skills again and again, every time against a round of drinks. Finally he staggered home, drunk out of his mind,and went to sleep.
The next morning he woke up with a headache and a black eye. He said to his wife, “I know I was drunk last night, but not drunk enough to get in a fight. Where did I get this black eye?”
His wife angrily replied, “I gave it to you. You got into bed and put your hand down my panties. Then you fiddled around a bit and loudly announced, “Skunk, killed with an axe.”