Humor: Bald Eagle

[jondd@juno.com (Jon D Dayley)]

>A man is caught, by a forest ranger, sitting at a make-shift campfire, 
>and to the ranger's horror, eating a bald eagle.  The man is 
>consequently put in jail for the crime.  On the day of his trail, the
conversation 
>went something like this:
>
>>JUDGE: "Do you know that eating a bald eagle is a federal offense?"
>>
>>MAN: "Yes I do.  But if you let me argue my case, I'll explain what 
>happened."
>>
>>JUDGE: "Proceed."
>>
>>MAN: "I got lost in the woods.  I hadn't had anything to eat for two 
>weeks.  I was so hungry.  Next thing I see is a Bald Eagle swooping 
>down at the lake for some fish.  I knew that if I followed the Eagle I
could 
>>maybe steal the fish.  I caught up with the eagle who lighted upon a 
>tree stump to eat the fish.  I threw a stone toward the eagle hoping he 
>would drop the fish and fly away.  Unfortunately, in my weakened
condition, 
>my aim was off, and the rock hit the eagle squarely on his poor little 
>head, and killed it.  I thought long and hard about what had happened,
but figured that since I killed it it I might as well eat it since it
would be more disgraceful to let it rot on the ground."
>
>>JUDGE: "The court will take a recess while we analyze your 
>testimony."
>>
>>15 minutes goes by and the judge returns.
>>
>>JUDGE: "Due to the extreme circumstance you were under and because 
>you didn't intend to kill the eagle, the court will dismiss the
charges."
>
>>The Judge then leans over the bench and whispers: "If you don't mind 
>my asking, what does a bald eagle taste like?"
>>
>>MAN: "Well your honor, it is hard to explain.  The best I can describe
it is somewhere between a California Condor and a Spotted Owl."