A big game hunter walks into a bar A big game hunter walked into a bar and bragged to everyone about his skills as a hunter. The man had undoubtedly a good shot and no one would dispute that. But then he said that they could blindfold him and he would recognize any animal from feeling its skin, and if he could locate the bullet hole he would even tell them what caliber rifle was used to shoot it. This was a bit too much for the other customers, and soon a heated argument was going on. Then the hunter said that he was willing to prove it if they would pay for his drinks. The bet was on- they blindfolded him carefully and took him to his first animal skin. After feeling it for a few moments, he announced, ""Springbok."" Then he felt for the bullet hole and declared, ""And shot with a .22 rifle."" The others could not believe it (he was right, of course) and the argument got hotter than before. When some started to suggest that he must have peeped, he said that he was prepared to do it again. If he was right this time too, he could drink for free all night. So they blindfolded him again, very thoroughly this time, and they brought a skin that someone happened to have in the trunk of his car. He took a bit longer this time and then said, ""Kalahari Lion,"" and fingering the bullet hole, said, ""and the rifle was a .308"". He was right again. At around 3 am, he staggered home, bombed out of his mind, and went to sleep. The next morning he got up and saw in the mirror that he had a black eye. So he said to his wife, ""Listen I know I was drunk last night, but not too drunk to know that I did not fight anyone in that bar. So where did I get this black eye?"" And his wife replied angrily, ""From me, of course!"" ""But what did I do?"" he asked. She replied, ""You got into bed and put your hand down inside my panties. Then you fiddled around a bit and announced in a loud triumphant tone, ""Skunk, killed with an ax!""