During his physical examination, a doctor asked a retired fellow about his physical activity level. He said he spent 3 days a week, every week in the outdoors.
“Well, yesterday afternoon was typical; I took a five hour walk about 7 miles through some pretty rough terrain.
I waded along the edge of a lake.
I pushed my way through 2 miles of brambles.
I got sand in my shoes and my eyes.
I barely avoided stepping on a snake.
I climbed several rocky hills.
I went to the bathroom behind some big trees.
I ran away from an irate mother bear and then ran away from one angry bull elk.
The mental stress of it all left me shattered.
At the end of it all I drank a scotch and three glasses of wine.
Amazed by the story, the doctor said, “You must be one hell of an outdoor guy!”
“No,” he replied, “I’m just a really, really bad golfer!
