Relay-Version: version B 2.10 5/3/83; site utzoo.UUCP Posting-Version: Notesfiles $Revision: 1.7.0.7 $; site uiucme Path: utzoo!watmath!clyde!burl!ulysses!mhuxr!mhuxn!ihnp4!inuxc!pur-ee!uiucdcs!uiucme!keith From: keith@uiucme.uiucme Newsgroups: net.jokes Subject: hunting, honey Message-ID: <500023@uiucme> Date: Tue, 23-Jul-85 15:25:00 EDT Article-I.D.: uiucme.500023 Posted: Tue Jul 23 15:25:00 1985 Date-Received: Fri, 26-Jul-85 23:37:14 EDT Lines: 44 Nf-ID: #N:uiucme:500023:000:1465 Nf-From: uiucme.uiucme!keith Jul 23 14:25:00 1985 A good friend of mine, an avid hunter, went out with some local boys to a hunt club in the Shennandoah (Pron. "Shennydore") Valley, adjacent to the George Washington National Forest. While it wasn't quite yet deer season, they thought they'd scout the neighborhood for prospects and maybe plink a few varmints. My friend paired up with a good ol' boy with a voracious appetitite for Red Man chewing tobacco, one who though Staunton was a big city and Charlottesville had really gone downhill in a hurry when they let Jefferson (you know, the former President) put a university there. He lived in the hills with his kin, and he was happy to stay out of the cities. His name was Bo. They were working their way up a hill covered in long grass when they heard a rustling sound off to the left. They worked back downhill, to get downwind, and stalked up toward the sound, which was repeated. Finally, they came upon a young lady (so to speak) sitting on a blanket, just finishing up with taking all her clothes off. She leaned back and batted her copious eyelashes. "What are you doing here?" My friend asked. "I'm game." She answered. So Bo shot her. :r .signature Keith U of Ill Mech Eng uiucdcs!uiucme!keith lanoitnetninu ylerup si daed ro gnivil nosrep yna ot ecnalbmeseR Heisenberg may have been here.