Three men go duck hunting one day. Two of them are inundated with stories from
the third about his “great” duck hunting abilities. After a few hours the first
two men have bagged a couple of ducks each, but the braggart hasn’t taken a
shot. They question him on this, so he agrees to show his shooting abilities at
the next opportunity.
A few moments later, one lone duck comes flying by. As promised, the braggart
stands up and squeezes off one shot. The duck keeps flying!
“Gentlemen, you have just witnessed a miracle,” says the braggart pointing at
the receding duck, “for there flies a dead duck.”