Did you hear about the Irish hunters who got themselves all set up for a weekend of duck-shooting?
They gathered their guns and the dogs and the ammunition and their orange hunting hats and tramped about for hours; but with no luck whatsoever. And when they came out of the woods at dusk, they looked around at all the other hunters, who were all carrying large bundles of dead ducks.
“Gee,” said one Irishman to his companion, “everyone else seems to be doing pretty well for themselves. Whaddaya think we could be doing wrong?”
“I dunno,” said the other. “Maybe we’re not throwing the dogs up high enough”.
