Three men go duck hunting one day. Two of them are inundated with stories from the third about his “great” duck hunting abilities. After a few hours the first two men have bagged a couple of ducks each, but the braggart hasn’t taken a shot. They question him on this, so he agrees to show his shooting abilities at the next opportunity.

A few moments later, one lone duck comes flying by. As promised, the braggart stands up and squeezes off one shot. The duck keeps flying!

“Gentlemen, you have just witnessed a miracle,” says the braggart pointing at the receding duck, “for there flies a dead duck.”