TWO HUNTERS WALK INTO A BAR

TWO HUNTERS WALK INTO A BAR at the same

time every day. The first one always carries the

skin of a bear; the other one is always empty-

handed. So, one day the second man goes up to

the fi  rst man and asks him how he manages to

shoot a bear every day. ‘Well, that’s easy,’ the

fi  rst hunter replies. ‘I just go over to one of those

holes in the mountain, stand in front of it and

shout “Yo, fat f***** of a bear, get your stinking

arse out of this hole!” as loud as I can, then the

bear comes out and I shoot it. Easy as that.’

‘OK,’ the other man says, ‘I’ll remember that.’

The next day the fi  rst hunter comes into the

bar with his bearskin and orders a beer. About

10 minutes later the second one crawls in,

covered in blood, missing a leg and generally

looking a mess. The bartender yells, ‘What the

hell happened to you, man?!’

‘Argh,’ says the second hunter, ‘ I did what my

buddy told me to do, I went to a hole, started

shouting and swearing at that bear and guess

what happened?’

‘What?’

‘A train came out