{"id":799,"date":"2016-08-15T23:01:04","date_gmt":"2016-08-16T04:01:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.biblia.work\/sermons\/hunting\/"},"modified":"2016-08-15T23:01:04","modified_gmt":"2016-08-16T04:01:04","slug":"hunting","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.biblia.work\/sermons\/hunting\/","title":{"rendered":"Hunting"},"content":{"rendered":"<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>Deer Hunters<\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>A group of friends went deer hunting and paired off in two\u2019s for the day. That night one of the hunters returned alone, staggering under an eight point buck.<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>\u201cWhere\u2019s Harry?\u201d \u201cHarry had a stroke of some kind. He\u2019s a couple of miles back up the trail.\u201d<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>\u201cYou left Harry laying there, and carried the deer back?\u201d<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>\u201cA tough call,\u201d nodded the hunter, \u201cbut I figured no one is going to steal Harry.\u201d <\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>The Jokesmith, Christian Clippings, p. 27<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>The Hunter<\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;line-height:normal'>The hunter crouches in his blind \u2018Neath camouflage of every kind, And conjures up a quacking noise To lend allure to his decoys. This grown-up man, with pluck and luck, Is hoping to outwit a duck.<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;line-height:normal'>&#8211; Ogden Nash<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>Source unknown<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal'><b>Collision with a Deer<\/b><\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>Officer Jim Heimerl, a Minneapolis policeman, was taking part in a 16.3 mile run in Grantsburg, Wisconsin. Jim was four miles into the race, in a cluster of runners not far off the pace of the leaders, when two deer ambled out of the woods and onto the road. The startled buck, no doubt distressed to find himself in the middle of a human marathon, began zigzagging wildly through the runners. Jim didn\u2019t even see the animal until the two of them collided and sprawled together onto the asphalt highway. Jim fell flat on his face, received a concussion and opened a nasty gash on his forehead that required 23 stitches. <\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>\u201cLuckily there was a doctor running the race not far behind me,\u201d Jim reported. \u201cBecause of the way my heart was pumping from running, I lost a lot of blood in a hurry. The doctor applied pressure and got it stopped.\u201d The buck, however, paid an even higher price for his encounter. The collision broke his leg and his back, and the only humane response was to quickly dispense him to the ranks of the dearly departed. <\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal style='margin-bottom:3.0pt;text-indent:18.0pt;line-height: normal'>Jim had already been admitted to a nearby hospital for repairs when state game officials called to tell him Wisconsin law holds that anyone who hits and kills a deer on a Wisconsin roadway can claim the deer. But since he didn\u2019t feel up to dealing with a dead deer, and since he didn\u2019t want to store the carcass in his station wagon in 80-degree heat while he recuperated overnight in the hospital, Jim declined the offer. He lamented his luck. \u201cI hunt deer for 14 years without getting a thing, and then I get one while I\u2019m running a race.\u201d<\/p>\n<p class=MsoNormal align=right style='margin-bottom:6.0pt;text-align:right; line-height:normal'>Source unknown<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Deer Hunters A group of friends went deer hunting and paired off in two\u2019s for the day. That night one of the hunters returned alone, staggering under an eight point buck. \u201cWhere\u2019s Harry?\u201d \u201cHarry had a stroke of some kind. He\u2019s a couple of miles back up the trail.\u201d \u201cYou left Harry laying there, and &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/www.biblia.work\/sermons\/hunting\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;Hunting&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-799","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-sermons"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.biblia.work\/sermons\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/799","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.biblia.work\/sermons\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.biblia.work\/sermons\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.biblia.work\/sermons\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.biblia.work\/sermons\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=799"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.biblia.work\/sermons\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/799\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.biblia.work\/sermons\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=799"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.biblia.work\/sermons\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=799"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.biblia.work\/sermons\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=799"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}