
During a grouse hunt in North Carolina two intrepid sportsmen were 
blasting away at a clump of trees near a stone wall.  Suddenly a red-face 
country squire popped his head over the wall and shouted, "Hey, you almost 
hit my wife."

"Did I?" cried one hunter, aghast.  "Terribly sorry.  Have a shot at
mine, over there."
