FYI; a invoice for the pun tax is on it's way.
Two cadets at the Air Force academy were bragging in their off time about
what good hunters they were. Well, it seems that they decided to have a
contest, and whoever won the contest would be accounted the better hunter.
To make the things a little more interesting, they each put up a pint of
the best brew they could find.
There had been rumors that a lion had escaped the local zoo and was
roaming around loose in the mountains that surrounded the academy. The
contest was that whoever bagged the lion and brought it back to base was
the winner. The first cadet borrowed a large hunting rifle and set about
hunting down the lion in the conventional manner. The second cadet, who
was perhaps a bit more inventive than his counterpart, secured a training
jet from the local commander, loaded the wing guns with live ammunition
and headed out over the mountains in search of the lion. It wasn't long
before he spotted it, and, from the safety of the plane, killed it. He
took the plane down, loaded the lion's body into the copilot's seat, and
headed back to base, where he promptly downed both bottles. Proving once
again that:
"A strafed lion is the shortest distance between two pints."
