Growing up, my dad was a hunter and we had a freezer full of game at all times. I grew accustomed to the taste of game meat, although to many people, it tasted too different from beef. When I started having kids of my own, we were still getting a lot of game from my parents to fill our freezer. The price was right (free) and my dad felt justified in going hunting and spending the money it costs to hunt since he was feeding several families with the meat. But to get kids to eat “Bambi,” you have to really disguise the fact of what they’re eating, so we always just said, “We’re eating meat.” We never called it what it really was, until they were old enough to not be as bothered by it. Then, instead of Hamburger Helper, we called it Antelope Helper. Good times. Enjoy this hilarious joke below.
Each Friday night after work, Bubba would fire up his outdoor grill and cook a venison steak. But all of Bubba’s neighbors were Catholic, and since it was Lent, they were forbidden from eating red meat on Friday.
The delicious aroma from the grilled venison steaks was causing such a problem for the Catholic faithful that they finally talked to their priest.
The priest came to visit Bubba and suggested that he become a Catholic.
After several classes and much study, Bubba attended Mass. The priest sprinkled holy water over him and said, “You were born a Baptist and raised as a Baptist, but now you are Catholic.”
Bubba’s neighbors were greatly relieved until Friday night arrived and the wonderful aroma of grilled venison filled the neighborhood. The priest was called immediately by the neighbors.
As the priest rushed into Bubba’s yard, clutching a rosary and prepared to scold him, he stopped and watched in amazement.
There stood Bubba, clutching a small bottle of holy water, which he carefully sprinkled over the grilling meat while chanting, “You wuz born a deer, you wuz raised a deer, but now you are a catfish.”
