On a tour of Montana , the Pope took a couple of days off to visit the
mountains for some sightseeing. He was cruising along the campground in the
Pope-mobile when there was a frantic commotion just at the edge of the
woods. A helpless man, wearing sandals, Hawaiian shorts, a save-the-whales
tee shirt and a tree-hugger hat was struggling frantically, thrashing
around trying to free himself from the jaws of a 10 foot grizzly. As the
pope watched horrified, a group of loggers came racing up. One ran up and
quickly fired a 44 magnum into the bear's chest. The other two reached out
and pulled the bleeding semiconscious man from the bear. Then using long
clubs, the three loggers beat the bear to death and hauled it to their
truck. Immediately the Pope shouted and summoned them to come over. "I give
you my blessing for your brave actions!" he told them. "I heard that there
was bitter hatred between loggers and environmental activists. But now I
have seen with my own eyes that this is not true."

As the Pope drove off, one logger asked his buddies "Who was that?"

"It was the Pope," one replied. "He is in direct contact with God, and has
access to all of God's wisdom."

"Well," the logger said, "he may have access to God's wisdom, but he sure
doesn't know anything about bear hunting. By the way, is the bait holding
up okay, or do we need to go back to Missoula and grab another one?"