two duck hunters were preparing for the next mornings shoot.They had a hide built and sat down for the evening to wait.Fred was articulate....he laid out his gun after much polishing,he prepared his amo.....in short,everything was done to a tee.He then sat down with a cup of tea and a sandwich.Daryl,on the other hand was as rough as guts,he threw his gun and ammo on the ground in a heap,belched and opened another tinny,told lewd jokes until very late and got very very drunk. Daybreak came and Fred was fresh and well prepared....whilst daryl staggered about,still in a half stupor.They waited and waited until finally a single duck flew overheadd.Fred took careful aim....observing all the rituals he had put in place....gun firmly into shoulder....relax...aim.....fire. both barrells...but the duck carried on unharmed. Daryl tried to focus his bleary eyes....waved his gun around all over the place,shook his head for a bit of clarity,waved the gun around again....and pulled the trigger......and the duck came crashing to ground. Daryl turned to Fred.....'well,that wasn't a bad shot for a drunk!' Fred,unimpressed replied....'how could you miss....you aimed everywhere.!'
