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.