
On a tour of Montana, the Pope took a couple of days off to visit the mountains for some sightseeing. He was cruising along near a campground in the Pope-mobile when there was a frantic commotion just at the edge of the woods. A helpless man, wearing sandals, Hawaiian shorts, a save the whales T-shirt, I love spotted owls neck scarf, and an earth-first hat, was struggling frantically, thrashing around trying to free himself from the jaws of a huge bear.. As the Pope watched horrified, 3 loggers came racing up in their P/U truck and quickly fired a 44 mag into the bears chest. The other two reached out and pulled the bleeding semiconscious man from the bear. Then using long clubs, the 3 loggers beat the bear to death and hauled it to their truck..
Immediately the Pope shouted and summoned them to come over.. "I give you my blessings for your brave actions!" he told them. "I heard there was bitter feelings between loggers and enviromental activists. But now I have seen with my own eyes this is not true."
As the Pope drove off, one logger asked his buddies, "who was that?"
"It was the Pope," one replied. "He is in direct contact with God, and has access to all of Gods wisdom".
"Well," the logger said, "He may have access to Gods wisdom, but he sure doesn't know anything about bear hunting." "By the way is the bait holding up okay or do we need to go back to Missoula and grab another one of those guys?"

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