I told him "with a damn rifle".
LOL
Good chuckle this morning Dee. Exactly the right answer.
I get a kick out of Marisa Tormei and Joe Pesci in "My Cousin Vinnie", which is along the same line:
Mona Lisa Vito: You're goin hunting?
Vinny Gambini: That's right.
Lisa: Why are you going hunting? Shouldn't you be out preparing for court?
Vinny: I was thinking last night. If only I knew what he knows, you know? If he'd let me look at his files; oh boy.
Lisa: I don't get it. What does getting to Trotter's files have anything to do with hunting?
Vinny: Well, you know, two guys, out in the woods, guns, on the hunt. It's a bonding thing, you know; show him I'm one of the boys. he's not gonna let me look at his files, but maybe he'll relax enough to drop his guard so I can finnesse a little infomation out of him.
[searches through his clothes]
Vinny: What am I gonna wear?
Lisa: What are ya gonna hunt?
Vinny: I don't know, he's got a lot of stuffed heads in his office.
Lisa: Heads?
[Vinny looks up at Lisa]
Lisa: What kinda heads?
Vinny: I don't know, he's got a boar, a bear, a couple of deer.
Lisa: Whoa. You're gonna shoot a deer?
Vinny: I don't know. I suppose. I mean, I'm a man's man, I could go deer hunting.
Lisa: A sweet, innocent, harmless, leaf-eating, doe-eyed little deer.
Vinny: Hey Lisa, I'm not gonna go out there just to wimp out, you know. I mean, the guy will lose respect for me, would you rather have that?
Vinny: [Lisa gets up, walks over to the bathroom and shuts the door] What about these pants I got on, you think they're O.K.?
[Looks down]
Vinny: Oh!
Lisa: [comes out of the bathroom] Imagine you're a deer. You're prancing along, you get thirsty, you spot a little brook, you put your little deer lips down to the cool clear water... BAM! A fuckin bullet rips off part of your head! Your brains are laying on the ground in little bloody pieces! Now I ask ya. Would you give a (censored word) what kind of pants the son of a bitch who shot you was wearing?