A rich lady from California, who was a tree-hugger
and a vociferous anti-hunter, purchased a piece of timbered land in
Oregon. There was a large tree on one of the highest points in the tract.
She
wanted to get a good view of her land, so she started to climb the big
tree. As she neared the top, she encountered a Spotted Owl that attacked
her.
In her haste to escape, the lady slid down the tree to the ground and got
many splinters in her private parts in the process.
In considerable pain, she hurried to the nearest country Doctor. Being a
hunter himself, the doctor listened to her story with great patience, and
then told her to go into the examining room and he would see if he could
help her. She sat and waited for three long hours before the Doctor
reappeared.
The angry lady demanded, "What took you so long?"
He smiled and then told her, "Well, I had to get permits from the
Environmental Protection Agency, the Forest Service, and the Bureau of
Land Management before I could remove old-growth timber from a recreational
area, and I'm sorry to report they all turned me down."