A friend's brother set up 20 yds. from a Beaver Dam. A beaver sauntered up to him and stopped right at his feet. He poked it with the business end of his rifle and told it to get outta here and the beaver lerched at bit a hole through the heel of his leather boot. He shook it off and killed it. Send the head to Columbia to check for rabies. True Story but there are some punch lines.

You get nothin's but trouble if you poke a strange beaver with your gun.

G.