Oh, Those Irish Hunters

There's a story told in old Ireland about a group of men who were on holiday.  They decided to go hunting, so they piled into their car and drove across country until they found a likely looking spot in County Waterford.  It was a lovely place, so Brannagh, the driver, went up to  the farmhouse to ask permission to hunt on the farmer's land.

The farmer was happy to give the hunters permission, but he asked Brannagh if he would please do him a favor first.  The farmer explained that his old donkey was over 20 years old and sick with cancer.  "I don't have the heart to kill her," the farmer said.  "Would you do me a favor and do it for me?"

"Sure," Brannagh agreed.  But as he walked back to the car he got an idea how he could trick his friends. 

When he got to his car the other hunters asked him if the farmer had agreed to let them hunt on his land. "He said no," Brannagh told his friends.  "But I'm going to teach him a lesson he won't forget!"  Then he pulled his gun out of the car, turned around, and shot the farmers donkey.  "To be sure, that will teach him!" Brannagh boasted.

A second later, to his horror, he heard a second shot ring out from the other side of the car, and one of his hunting buddies yelled, "And me, begorrah, I got the cow!"

(thanks to guy-sports.com/humor/saints/saint_patrick, where I read this story

And now, a little Irish blessing to leave you with this fine day:

May the light always find you on a dreary day.
When you need to be home, may you find your way.
May you always have courage to take a chance
And never find frogs in your underpants.