Along the lines of the guy who ran over the farmer's dog, then got permission: This is an old joke some of you may have heard before . . . but, under the right circumstances, it might well be true.
The high school football coach and his assistant are out hunting pheasants after the end of the season. The team finished 2-7 and there's talk around town about finding new coaches. The coach tells his assistant that he's going to ask for permission at the Miller place. "Miller's on the school board. He's always been pretty straight with me. Maybe I can get some idea of whether we need to be looking for a job," he tells the assistant. "Just wait for me in the pickup."
Miller answers the door and they chat for a few minutes. "You're welcome to hunt any time," he says. "And don't you worry about your job. The board's behind you 100%. You flat didn't have the horses this season." The coach thanks the farmer. "But I do have a favor to ask you," he tells the coach. "There's an old horse out behind the barn. He's on his last legs, but I just can't bring myself to put him down. Would you shoot him for me?" Coach agrees . . . and the wheels begin to turn as he returns to his pickup.
"Well?" asks the assistant. "Yeah, we can hunt . . . but it's the last time, and Miller says we're both out of work next year. Boy, I'd like to get that SOB." About that time, they round the corner of the barn. "I'll fix him!" says the coach, and shoots the horse. At which point he hears shots from his assistant's gun. "I got two of his cows! Let's get the hell out of here!"
