Two deer hunters were standing on a ridge near a highway in rural
Minnesota on the opening day of dear season. They both saw a
trophy-class buck meandering towards them. As the one hunter
raised his bow to shoot, a funeral procession came slowly by.
The hunter lowered his bow, took off his hat, and stood with his
head bowed until the procession was past. Of course by then, the deer
was long gone. The other hunter exclaimed "Wow! That was the most sportsmanlike
act I've ever seen! You allowed this trophy buck to escape while
showing such compassion and kindness toward someone's dearly departed. You
are a great humanitarian and a shining example to sportsmen throughout
The world!"
The first hunter nodded and said, "Well, we were married for 42 years".
Minnesota on the opening day of dear season. They both saw a
trophy-class buck meandering towards them. As the one hunter
raised his bow to shoot, a funeral procession came slowly by.
The hunter lowered his bow, took off his hat, and stood with his
head bowed until the procession was past. Of course by then, the deer
was long gone. The other hunter exclaimed "Wow! That was the most sportsmanlike
act I've ever seen! You allowed this trophy buck to escape while
showing such compassion and kindness toward someone's dearly departed. You
are a great humanitarian and a shining example to sportsmen throughout
The world!"
The first hunter nodded and said, "Well, we were married for 42 years".
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