A joke about rubber ducks. We go on spring hunting. On the lake we look at a bunch of ducks beautifully sitting... colorful spring. And no one...
With a bunch of ground on the dirt from two sides - we get to the shot. Bach how to chew and again in general you will understand 20 meters to the ducks - 3 times we scared from both trunks. The duck why then quietly swims on the waves - in the joke again a couple of trunks... And in the complete silence from the other shore wild laughter - behind the bushes sits a company of hunters with shells / vodka. In general, they didn't even get offended - you grit so deliciously on the partisan dirt that we didn't ruin your holiday.