by Die Judicii » 01 Nov 2017, 11:42 pm
A cattle station owner had sent one of his employees into town to get supplies, and also some badly needed fencing wire.
All loaded up, the young employee headed out of town and back to the station.
The manager was carrying on with the job at hand, when his phone rang.
He answered,,,,,,,,, it was the young fella on his way back.
Hello said the manager,,,,,,,
Young fella says, "Hey boss,,, I just hit a pig,, what should I do ?"
Manager: Is the ute damaged ?
Young fella: Only a bent mudguard boss.
Manager: Well why are you ringing me,,, get on your way back to the station.
Young fella: Well,,,,,,,,,, its a bit of a problem cos the pig is stuck under the ute,,,,,, and he aint dead,,,,,,, he's snarling and I'm frightened of him.
Manager: Is the .308 in behind the seats ?
Young fella: Yes boss,,, it's there.
Manager: Well stop being stupid,,,,, get it out and shoot the bloody thing.
After a while the manager heard a shot, and then the young fella comes back on the phone.
Young fella: Alright boss,,,,,,,,,,,,,, I shot him,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, but what should I do with his motorbike ???
I do not fear death itself... Only its inopportune timing!
I've come to realize that,,,,, the two most loving, loyal, and trustworthy females in my entire life were both canines.