Reminds me of the story of the Game Warden who found a hermit deep in a National forest roasting a bird on a stick. He said, "That smells good, what is it?" Hermit says, "It's my favorite, peregrine falcon." The Game Warden promptly arrested him and informed him he was likely headed to prison. The hermit begged for mercy and told him that after living alone for so long that he would die in prison. The Game Warden was moved and decided to let him off with a warning and a promise he would never kill another peregrine falcon. As he was leaving the hermit, he turned and said, "I gotta ask... what does perigrine falcon taste like?" The Hermit says, "Oh, it's more juicy than spotted owl but not as greasy as bald eagle."
Last edited by keith; 12/14/09 11:40 PM.
