A taxidermist had collected a few specimens from the backwoods of West Virginia and thought he would stop at a local bar and have a beer. The local mountain men -- who all had rifles mounted in their pick-up truck windows and bumper stickers such as: "Don't Tax Our Moonshine" -- didn't like outsiders in their bar. When the traveling taxidermist entered the bar he was greeted with dirty stares and low mumbles.
He went to the bartender and asked for a beer. The bartender looked the man over and than went to get his beer. When the bartender returned with his beer he asked the man, "So what do you do?"
The man replied "I'm a taxidermist."
The bartender replied "Taxi-derm-a-who? What the hell is that?"
The man replied, "I mount animals, birds, fish, pretty much anything that moves."
The bartender turned to the men in the bar and said with a hearty laugh, "It's OK boys -- he's one of us.
He went to the bartender and asked for a beer. The bartender looked the man over and than went to get his beer. When the bartender returned with his beer he asked the man, "So what do you do?"
The man replied "I'm a taxidermist."
The bartender replied "Taxi-derm-a-who? What the hell is that?"
The man replied, "I mount animals, birds, fish, pretty much anything that moves."
The bartender turned to the men in the bar and said with a hearty laugh, "It's OK boys -- he's one of us.
