A story that made the rounds a few years ago as "gospel truth" involved a Brother on a hunting trip in the wild of Maine.
Day after day of his vacation was eaten up without a deer.
On the last day , as he was about to give up in desperation , he heard a crashing in the woods: saw a glimpse of brown and fired.
Silence!
Rushing over to where he fired, he found that he had killed a bull moose, which is protected from hunters to save it from extinction.
As he stood there staring at the dead moose, a Game Warden stepped out into the clearing.
Our brother found his hands involuntarily raised in a certain position, "What shall we do with the body?"
"Dress it out, you damn fool," said the Warden, "and make your escape"
Day after day of his vacation was eaten up without a deer.
On the last day , as he was about to give up in desperation , he heard a crashing in the woods: saw a glimpse of brown and fired.
Silence!
Rushing over to where he fired, he found that he had killed a bull moose, which is protected from hunters to save it from extinction.
As he stood there staring at the dead moose, a Game Warden stepped out into the clearing.
Our brother found his hands involuntarily raised in a certain position, "What shall we do with the body?"
"Dress it out, you damn fool," said the Warden, "and make your escape"
