Deshawn
? that guy is a joke!!!!!!!!! Lololololololololololol.
So this Canadian hunter wakes up early one day, say around 6:30, and says to himself, "I think I'm going to go hunt a bear, eh?" So he grabs his rifle and walks down to the lake near his house where he had seen one before, and crouches in a nearby bush. Sure enough, this giant, big-ass grizzly bear walks down to the water's edge. The hunter shoulders his rifle, takes aim, and
BAM! The bear falls.
He slings his rifle over his shoulder, and walks down to collect his trophy. Yet once he arrives at the lake's shore, the bear is gone. No where to be seen. Then, all of the sudden -
TAP, TAP, TAP - raps on his shoulder… He spins around, and there is the giant bear, towering over him, arms crossed against his chest.
"Hello," says the bear. "Frankly, I don't care
why you were shooting at me. But here's the deal… I can either eat you, or I can fu@& you. Which one I do is up to you."
So standing there, trembling, the hunter drops trou, turns around, and bends over. The bear goes full throttle, prison style, and leaves the man in a crumpled, weeping mess on the ground.
Later that night, as the hunter takes his sixth shower, he says to himself, still weeping, "I swear, I'm going to get that bear tomorrow, eh?"
The next morning, he awakes a half-hour earlier, at 6:00. Making sure he stays downwind, he circles around his spot from the day before - a little slowly from the butt hurt - and takes position in a hide nearby.
Sure enough, a little later, the same bear lumbers down to the water. This time, the hunter takes careful aim. No chance this one misses…
BAM! The bear falls. He rushes down, grinning ear to ear. He gets down to the water's edge, and… no bear.
TAP, TAP, TAP - He spins around - and there's the bear. "You know the routine," the bear says. The hunter starts crying, and with shaking hands, again unbuttons his pants and drops trou. His cries grow to a wail as he turns around and bends over.
That night, he cries himself to sleep, his ass bruised black and blue from the bear. As his sobs turn to quiet weeps, he swears to himself under his breath he will get that bear. And so the next morning, he awakes at dawn, grabs his biggest-bore rifle, and with a renewed determination, waddles ever so gingerly back down to the lake. Patiently, he waits. A little while later, he hears a rustling of leaves, and sure enough, the bear appears. It looks left, then right, and confident no one is around, lumbers down to the water. The hunters sites the bear in his scope, aims carefully, sure this one will count… and
BAM! The bear falls.
Sure his round struck home, he runs - near jubilant - down to the lake's shore. And yet, when he gets there, there's no bear. He screams in rage and terror, fearing what's coming next…
TAP, TAP, TAP - he turns to face the bear. The bear looks at him and says, "You know, I get the feeling you're not coming down here for the hunting anymore."
So I guess what I'm asking, rebel43, is do you still hunt in Canada?
