I'm not sure if this is a funny or sad story. Years ago when I graduated from high school I got a job working in a local hardware store. We sold everything from hardware to gifts to sporting goods. On this particular day a gentleman walked into the store so I approached him and asked him could I help him. He said, "Yessir, I need some bullets to go deer hunting with." I said, "OK, what caliber do you need?" He just shrugged his shoulders and said, "I don't know, just give me something that will kill a deer." I then had to explain to him the differences between calibers and bullet weights and construction. He just stood there with this blank look on his face and said, "I'll come back later."

He never returned, thank God! I hope I never have to hunt the same piece of woods as this brain surgeon.