Thursday, February 19, 2009

Happy Birthday Huneee!!!

And it's a biggun!!! The big 3-8!

I searched for birthday poems that would suit you this day- but came upon some jokes that I thought you would enjoy more, my Big Hunter -man!


I Love you and look forward to our date tonight!


(Did I ever tell you that I DO think it is sexy that you can kill your own food?!?!)

OnBoard
Two hunters got a pilot to fly them into the far north for elk hunting. They were quite successful in their venture, and bagged six big bulls. The pilot came back as arranged to pick them up. They started loading their gear into the plane, including the six elk. But the pilot objected he said, “The plane can take out only four of your elk. You will have to leave two behind.” One of the hunters pushed forward, “Hey, last year our pilot let us take out six elk. It was the same model plane, same weather conditions, and everything. What’s with this? We want you to allow us to fly out just like last year. Reluctantly the pilot finally permitted them to put all six elk aboard and the men all climbed in with their gear. But when they attempted to take off and fly out of the valley, the little plane could not make it. They crashed in the wilderness. Climbing out of the wreckage, one Redneck said to the other, “Do you know where we are?” “I think so,” replied the other Redneck. “Yep! I think this is about 100 yards further along than where we crashed last year.

Lost Hunting
My uncle Joe and his best buddy, Bubba, went hunting a couple of weeks ago. Somehow they got lost. Uncle Joe reassured his buddy, though. "Don't worry. All we have to do is shoot into the air three times, stay where we are, and someone will find us."
They shot in the air three times, but no one came. After a while, they tried it again. Still no response. When they decided to try once more, Bubba said, "It better work this time. We're down to our last three arrows."


Deer Hunting
A group of friends went deer hunting and paired off in twos for the day.
That night, one of the hunters returned alone, staggering under the weight of an eight-point buck.

"Where's Henry?"
"Henry had a nasty fall and broke both of his legs. He's a couple of miles back up the trail."
"You left Henry laying out there and carried the deer back!?!"
"A tough call," nodded the hunter, "but I figured no one is going to steal Henry!"


Two hunters were driving through the country to go bear hunting. They came upon a fork in the road where a sign read "BEAR LEFT" so they went home.

There were these two guys out hiking when they came upon an old, abandoned mine shaft. Curious about its depth they threw in a pebble and waited for the sound of it striking the bottom, but they heard nothing. They went and got a bigger rock, threw it in and waited. Still nothing. They searched the area for something larger and came upon a railroad tie. With great difficulty, the two men carried it to the opening and threw it in. While waiting for it to hit bottom, a goat suddenly darted between them and leapt into the hole! The guys were still standing there with astonished looks upon their faces from the actions of the goat when a man walked up to them. He asked them if they had seen a goat anywhere in the area and they said that one had just jumped into the mine shaft in front of them! The man replied, "Oh no. That couldn't be my goat, mine was tied to a railroad tie."



Jim had an awful day fishing on the lake, sitting in the blazing sun all day without catching a single one. On his way home, he stopped at the supermarket and ordered four catfish. He told the fish salesman, "Pick four large ones out and throw them at me, will you?" "Why do you want me to throw them at you?" "Because I want to tell my wife that I caught them." "Okay, but I suggest that you take the orange roughy." "But why?" "Because your wife came in earlier today and said that if you came by, I should tell you to take orange roughy. She prefers that for supper tonight."

I know that when your heart is not out hunting a gi-normas elk it is at home with me and the kids! This year is gonna rock! (After-all, your'e only 38 once!)

3 comments:

Lillian Callister said...

Happy Birthday to Jon. I love the first picture, it looks like he is in a commercial for some kind of salad seasoning. Hope you have a great birthday. Stephen had his big milestone too, he no longer has to forge the AARP cards.

Lillian Callister said...

Tara it is called photoshop and it is my new best friend!!! (oh not to dicount Stephen's wonderful photography teacher, I will hire him out)

Jodi said...

WOW! Look at all those kills!! Happy Birthday (late) Jon!