That was a good story. I have one. Not that funny but I never forgot it. When I was a kid I was infatuated with turkeys. Ha, not much has changed. Anyway, we were at church upstate and I was told this old man was a turkey hunter and had got his fall bird already. When I got to talk to him, I asked him where he hunted. I was an innocent 12 year old. He looked at me and said " son, never ask a turkey hunter where he hunts". Forty some years later, I never forgot it and agree with him. Old hunters are great.