A greenhorn from the city rents himself a rustic cabin complete with highpowered rifle, ammo and victuals. He figures on getting a bear or elk or some other beast of the wild to mount as a trophy. As luck would have it he has hardly arrived when he spots a bear in bushes near the cabin. He shoulders the rifle, chambers a round, pulls the trigger--and misses.
The bear roars (RAAAAAAARGH) and runs up on the porch; slaps the rifle out of his hand, bends him over the porch rail and has it's way with him. With a derisive snort the Bear then ambles off into the woods.
Shaken but not badly hurt the man staggers into the cabin. He is foul with bear stench and strips off his clothes while running the bath. A few drinks later he falls asleep soaking in the tub.
The next day the man startles awake in the tub to the familiar sound of the bear right in his yard. He leaps from the tub, runs out on the porch, picks up the rifle and gets off a quick shot--but misses.
Enraged the bear towers to its full height roaring (RAAAARGH!) leaps onto the porch and slaps the rifle from the terrified man. Once again the Bear slaps him around, bends him over the rail and has it's way with him before strolling off into the brush.
Battered, bruised, the naked, filthy man struggles into the cabin, slumps into a chair and keeps drinking until he passes out.
In the morning he is awakened by some strange sounds outside--it's the bear!
Filled with vengeance the man staggers out onto the porch and once again picks up the rifle from where it had fallen the day before, chambers a round, pulls the trigger and MISSES.
The Bear turns his head, looks at the man and says "You're not here for the hunting, are you?"
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