Out in the Woods

 I was in the woods of East Texas, camping.
A chubby little local sheriff drove up to see what we were doing.
He thought we might be hunters, or the worst kind of hunters, the kind who shoot at anything
that moves, including cattle.
He told me that he had recently come across a guy who had shot a cow.
So I asked him a question. "Did you arrest him?" 
He said, “No, I just told him to try and do a little bit better".
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