A lady from Missoula, Montana who was a tree hugger and an
anti-hunter,
purchased a piece of timberland. There was a large tree on one of the
highest points in her tract.
She wanted to get a good view of the natural splendor of her
land so
she started to climb the big tree. As she neared the top, she
encountered a

spotted owl that attacked her. In her haste to escape, the lady slid
down
the tree to the ground and got
many splinters in her crotch.
In considerable pain, she hurried to the nearest country
doctor.
She told him what an environmentalist and anti-hunter she was, and how
she
came to get all the splinters.
The doctor listened to her story with great patience and
then
told her to go into the examining room and he would see if he could
help
her.
She sat and waited for three hours before the doctor
reappeared.
The angry lady demanded, "What took you so long?"
He smiled and then told her, "Well, I had to get permits from
the
Environmental Protection Agency, the Forest Service, and the Bureau of
Land
Management before I could remove old-growth timber from a recreational
area

and I'm sorry, but they all turned me down."

Good for him :!: :D