It was the second week of deer camp. I was dejected I hadn't shot a single deer.
"All right, boys," I said, "I'm going to fire this gun wild until I get a ten-point buck."
"You're flippin crazy," they all told me.
"Oh really?" I said, "watch this."
I fired my rifle wild and knocked down a tree.
The boys stood there amazed.
I continued to fire wild, knocking down trees, shrubs and various forms of wild life, but still no deer.
Finally, after three hours I decided to give it one last shot. I pulled the trigger, heard the rapport of the gun and then heard a cheer swell from around me. I had got my ten-point buck after all.
We celebrated by consuming a large quantity of beer, which come to think of it had been what we'd been doing for the previous week and a half oddly enough.