It's a good question, Mr. LiL stumppy. Darn good, in fact.
But, here's another one. Let's say that you are walking in the woods one late summer afternoon with your trusty .30-06 at your side when you hear a loud rustling in the underbrush ahead of you. Then, out of the dense trees emerge two giant, auburn-furred, big-eyed, smelly bigfeets. You freeze. They freeze. A thousand thoughts race through your mind as you realize that one of the greatest unsolved mysteries of folklore is standing right before you. Then, after a few tense moments, they begin to slowly move away into the forest. You can simply watch them go and silently bid these magnificent, mythical beasts good luck and safe passage with the knowledge that you have now witnessed a profound and legendary marvel of nature. Or, you can back shoot them, go down in history as the first man (or woman) to bag a bigfeet, and make a lot of cash on the book and movie deal hoping, of course, that the bigfeets' tribe is nowhere near.
So, do you plug the bigfeets?
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