An affluent sportsman was visiting another affluent sportsman, both of the men frequent visitors to Africa. The two spent a large part of the visit examining the host’s exquisite game room, discussing the trophies and comparing and contrasting the various animals they had killed.
The visiting hunter came to a lion mount near the host’s writing desk. It was a beautiful, black-maned male, but something was a bit off about it.
The visitor asked, “What’s the story behind this lion?”
“Oh,” replied the host, “I killed that one a few years ago when I went hunting with my wife. It has sentimental value.”
“What is it stuffed with?”
“My wife.”
