A guy decides he wants to learn how to hunt.
            Needing a good hunting dog, he visits a farmer who has been
            advertising hounds in the newspaper. The farmer shows him several
            dogs, but the guy doesn't like them. Then he spots one hound that
            the farmer hasn't shown him. The guys asks, "What about that
            one?" "Oh, no," the farmer replies. "That one's
            my special dog." "What's so special about him?"
            "Let me show you." 
             
            The farmer leads the guy and the dog to a field, lifts up one of the
            dog's ears, and orders, "Go find the birds!" The dog
            charges to a nearby bush, points and barks once. "That means
            there's one bird in that bush," says the farmer. "No
            way!" exclaims the guy. The farmer takes a stick and pokes the
            bush, and a huge pheasant flies out. 
             
            To further convince the guy, the farmer again lifts the dog's ear
            and repeats, "Go find the birds!" This time the dog
            streaks off to another bush, points, and barks twice. "That
            means there's two birds in there," says the farmer, 
            taking his stick and poking at the bush. Two huge pheasants pop out
            and fly away. 
             
            "I've gotta have that dog!" says the man. "Well,
            okay," replies the farmer. "But it's gonna cost you a
            bundle." The guy forks over the bucks and takes the dog. 
             
            A month later, the farmer has to go to the city, and decides to
            visit the guy who bough his prize hound. When he asked the guy about
            the dog, the man replies, "A couple of buddies and I went
            hunting, and when we got to a field the damnedest thing happened. I
            went up to the dog, lifted one of his ears, and said 'Go find the
            birds.' The dog 
            took off like a bat outta hell and ran into the field, barking and
            running around like crazy. Then he jumped on my leg and started
            humping it like I was a bitch in heat. After that, he grabbed a
            stick and started shaking it violently at me! I thought he'd gone
            nuts for sure, or maybe had rabies or something. So I shot the
            fucker." 
             
            "You blithering idiot!" yelled the farmer. "He was
            just telling you that there's more fuckin' birds out there than you
            could shake a stick at!" 
             
            
              
            
              
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