When Doctors Go Hunting...
Five docs went duck shooting one day. Included in the group were a GP, a pediatrician, a psychiatrist, a surgeon and a pathologist. After a time, a lone bird came winging overhead. The first to react was the GP who raised his shotgun, but then hesitated. "I'm not quite sure it's a duck," he said, "I think that I will have to get a second opinion." And of course by that time, the bird was long gone. Another bird appeared in the sky thereafter. This time, the pediatrician drew a bead on it. He too, however, was unsure if it was really a duck in his sights and besides, it might have babies. "I'll have to do some more investigations," he muttered, as the creature made its escape. Next to spy a bird flying was the sharp-eyed psychiatrist. Shotgun shouldered, he was more certain of his intended prey's identity. "Now, I know that's a duck... But I wonder, it know it's a duck?" The fortunate bird disappeared while the fellow wrestled with this deep dilemna. Finally, a fourth fowl sped past and this time the surgeon's weapon pointed skywards. Ka-BOOM!! The surgeon lowered his smoking gun and turned nonchalantly to the pathologist beside him. "Lou, go see if that was a duck, will you?"
Originally published November 14, 2002.
