Tee lifted his binoculars to the sky one more time and said, “ Mais dey are flying very close together…ah tink dey must be frien’s.”

Plus, this. Boudreaux is one hell of a shot with a rifle, y’know…

Boudreaux at the hunting camp with 3 buddies, Thibodeaux, Gauthreaux, and Fontenot, drinking beer and playing bouree.

“Boudreaux,” says Fontenot, “You coming hunt dem bear with us in the mornin’?”

Boudreaux , the excellent hunter that he is, says,”Mais non, I think I’ll go alone; I hunt better that way.”

So, in the morning when everyone else woke to go on the hunt, there was ole Boudreaux , returning from his hunt with a big black bear. There was only ONE bullet hole on the bear, right between the eyes.

“Damn, Boudreaux, you a good shot,” says Thibodeaux, who is leaving to go hunting.

“Yep, one shot – that’s all it took” says Boudreaux ,”I told you!”

Well, they came back later that day without a single bear.

That night, the same routine; beer and bouree. Thibodeaux asks Boudreaux if he’ll go on the hunt with them in the morning. Again, Boudreaux says “No, I hunt better alone.”

So, in the morning all three guys are leaving for the hunt when Boudreaux is returning with a bear. Again, only ONE bullet hole between the eyes.

Gauthreaux, not believing what he’s seeing, exclaims “Boudreaux , how you do it with one shot? You can’t be that good, huh?”

Well, the same thing happens later that day; they return without a single bear.

The next morning Boudreaux returns with a bear as the other three are leaving for their hunt. But, this time, there were three bullet holes on the bear; one in between the eyes, one in the left paw, and one in the right paw.

Gauthreaux , seeing the three bullet holes,exclaims, “Uh huh, I knew you couldn’t do it three times in a row with one bullet; I knew you wasn’t that good!!”

Boudreaux , remaining calm, says “No man, all it took was one shot – that’s it!! You see, it was pretty dark when I shot him. I put my flashlight up like that, comme ca, and shined it at his eyes. When he saw the light , he put both his hands over his eyes to cover them, and that’s when I shot.”

And finally I got this one…

Boudreaux gets home from work late one night and hears a voice in his head. It’s the voice of his old friend Thibodeaux, who’s been dead these past six years. And Thibodeaux’s ghost tells him, “Hey Boudreaux, quit your job, sell your house, take yo money, go to Vegas.”

Boudreaux is very disturbed at what he hears and ignores the voice.

The next day when he gets home from work, the same thing happens. Thibodeaux’s ghost tells him, “Quit your job, sell your house, take yo money, go to Vegas.”

Again Boudreaux ignores the voice, though he is very troubled by the event.

Every day, day after day, for about four or three days, Boudreaux hears the same voice when he gets home from work, “Quit your job, sell your house, take your money, go to Vegas.” Each time he hears the voice he becomes increasingly upset.

Finally, after two weeks, Boudreaux succumbs to the pressure. He does quit his job, sells his house, takes his money and heads to Vegas. The moment he gets off the plane in Vegas, the voice tells him, “Go to Harrah’s.” So, he hops in a cab and rushes over to Harrah’s.

As soon as he sets foot in the casino, the voice tells him, “Go to the roulette table.” Boudreaux does as he is told.

When he gets to the roulette table, Thibodaux’s ghost tells him, “Put all your money on 17.” Nervously, Boudreaux cashes in his money for chips and then puts them all on 17.

The dealer wishes Boudreaux good luck and spins the roulette wheel. Around and around the ball caroms. Boudreaux anxiously watches the ball as it slowly loses speed until finally it settles into number .. . 21.

“Damn,” says the voice.