Luther and Joe Bob were deer hunting, sitting in their tree stand near the highway. Suddenly, a huge buck walked out of the woods and over to the corn they had spread as bait.
Moving quickly, Luther aimed his rifle at the unsuspecting deer As Luther was about to squeeze the trigger, Joe Bob alerted him to a funeral procession passing slowly down the highway.
Luther pulled away from the gun stock, set the rifle down, took off his hat, bowed his head, and then closed his eyes in total silence as the procession passed by.
Joe Bob was stunned. 'Dad nab it, Luther, that there wuz tha mos' thoughtful an' touchin' thang I've EVER seed ya do.'
Luther shrugged. 'Yeah, well, it's tha least I could do. After all, I've been married to 'er fur goin' on 35 years.'
*Thanks, Daryn
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