狩猎笑话

Two deer hunters were standing on a ridge near a highway in rural area on the opening day of dear season. They both spotted a large buck coming towards them. As the one hunter raised his gun to shoot, a funeral procession came slowly by. The hunter lowered his gun, took off his hat, and stood with his head bowed until it was past. Of course by then, the deer was long gone.

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