Doc Hunting
Quote from Forum Archives on February 22, 2000, 12:41 pmPosted by: clean-hewmor <clean-hewmor@...>
Doc HuntingFive doctors went duck hunting one day. Included in the group were a
general practicioner, a pediatrician, a psychiatrist, a surgeon and a
pathologist.After a time, a bird came winging overhead.
The first to react was the general practicioner who raised his shotgun,
but then hesitated."I'm not quite sure it's a duck," he said, "I think that I will have to
get a second opinion." And of course by that time, the bird was long gone.Another bird appeared in the sky thereafter.
This time, the pediatrician drew a bead on it. He too, however, was unsure
if it was really a duck in his sights and besides, it might have babies."I'll have to do some more investigations," he muttered, as the creature
made good its escape.Next to spy a bird flying was the sharp-eyed psychiatrist. Shotgun
shouldered, he was more certain of his intended prey's identity."Now, I know it's a duck, but does it know it's a duck?"
The fortunate bird disappeared while the fellow wrestled with this
dilemma.Finally, a fourth fowl sped past and this time the surgeon's weapon
pointed skywards.BOOM!! The surgeon lowered his smoking gun and turned nonchalantly to the
pathologist beside him."Go see if that was a duck, will you?"
Posted by: clean-hewmor <clean-hewmor@...>
Five doctors went duck hunting one day. Included in the group were a
general practicioner, a pediatrician, a psychiatrist, a surgeon and a
pathologist.
After a time, a bird came winging overhead.
The first to react was the general practicioner who raised his shotgun,
but then hesitated.
"I'm not quite sure it's a duck," he said, "I think that I will have to
get a second opinion." And of course by that time, the bird was long gone.
Another bird appeared in the sky thereafter.
This time, the pediatrician drew a bead on it. He too, however, was unsure
if it was really a duck in his sights and besides, it might have babies.
"I'll have to do some more investigations," he muttered, as the creature
made good its escape.
Next to spy a bird flying was the sharp-eyed psychiatrist. Shotgun
shouldered, he was more certain of his intended prey's identity.
"Now, I know it's a duck, but does it know it's a duck?"
The fortunate bird disappeared while the fellow wrestled with this
dilemma.
Finally, a fourth fowl sped past and this time the surgeon's weapon
pointed skywards.
BOOM!! The surgeon lowered his smoking gun and turned nonchalantly to the
pathologist beside him.
"Go see if that was a duck, will you?"