A lady from California, who was a tree hugger
and a vociferous anti-hunter, purchased a piece of timberland. There was a large tree on
one of the highest points in the tract. She wanted to get a good view of the natural
splendor of her land so she started to climb the big tree. Â
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. Â
She sat and waited for
three hours before the doctor reappeared. The angry lady demanded, "What took you so
long?" Â
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."
