So this hunter goes into the woods to hunt a bear and takes with him his trusty 22-gauge rifle.
After a little while, he spots a very large bear, takes aim, and fires. When the smoke clears, though, the bear is gone.
A moment later the bear taps this guy on the shoulder and says, "No one shoots at me and gets away with it. You have two choices: I can either rip your throat out and eat you alive, or you can drop your trousers, bend over, and I'll do you in the ass."
The hunter figures that anything is better than death, so he drops his trousers, bends over, and the bear delivers on his promise.
After the bear leaves, the hunter pulls up his trousers and staggers into town vowing revenge.
He buys a much larger gun and returns to the forest. He sees the same bear, takes aim, and fires. When the smoke clears, the bear once again is gone. A moment later, the bear taps him on the shoulder and says, "You know what to do."
Afterwards, the hunter pulls up his trousers and crawls back into town. Now he's really mad, so he buys himself a bazooka.
He returns to the forest, sees the bear, aims, and fires.
When the smoke clears this time, the bear taps him on the shoulder and says, "You're not REALLY here for the hunting are you?"
