for some sightseeing.
He was cruising along the 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
tee shirt and a tree- hugger hat was struggling frantically thrashing around
trying to free himself from the jaws of a 10 foot grizzly.
As the pope watched horrified, a group of bikers came racing up wearing leather. One ran
up and quickly fired a 44 mag into the bear's chest. The other two reached
out and pulled the bleeding semiconscious man from the bear. Then using long
clubs, the three bikers 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
blessing for your brave actions," Then he told them. "I heard that there was
some bitter hatred between bikers and wacko environmental activists, But now
I have seen with my own eyes that this is not true".
As the Pope drove off, one biker 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 God's wisdom".
"Well," the biker said, "he may have access to God's wisdom, but he sure
doesn't know anything about bear hunting. By the way, is the bait holding up
O.K., or do we need to grab another one"?
TJ