Last summer, a few friends of mine decided that it would be fun to go camping. Of course, being the muscle heads that they were, they forgot to pack enough supplies for the entire trip. Not one week in, they ran out of food.
"Guys, listen, I've got my rifle here, so I'm going to go out and see if I can kill myself a deer." said Dan. He then took the rifle and headed out. He arrived back at the camp victorious, dragging the deer behind him.
When the two men asked how he had found the deer, he replied, "I found tracks, I followed tracks, and I got myself a deer."
The deer only lasted a few days, and soon they were hungry again. "I'm going to take the rifle and head out to get us a bear." said Phil. He then loaded the rifle and headed out. He arrived back a few hours later, asking the other men for help, for he had killed a bear but was unable to carry it back to camp.
While they were carrying the bear back, the two men asked how he had managed to find the bear. He then replied, "I found tracks, I followed tracks, and I got myself a bear."
After another few days, for the bear didn't last long, Bill said, "Well, since Dan got a deer, and Phil got a bear, I'm just going to head out and get what ever I can find." He then loaded the rifle and headed out.
Bill didn't arrive back until the next morning, and when he returned, he was torn up and covered in blood. "What happened?!?!" cried Dan and Phil together.
Bill leaned against a nearby tree and said, "I found tracks, I followed tracks, and I got hit by a train."