My cousin Ned celebrates his birthday at our annual July 4 family picnic, as does my sister Julie.
This year he told us this joke: a man is fishing with a stone for bait, hits an eagle after the same fish, accidentally killing the eagle, a protected species. When the game warden comes by to investigate, our man tells a good story, about not wanting to waste a national treasure (he has cooked and eaten the eagle), which the game warden buys. But upon leaving the warden asks: just curious, what does eagle taste like? Reply: oh, somewhere between a spotted owl and a condor. Oops. Kaboom.
Ned hasn't been shy about traveling the world, including the Amazon Basin, tells many good stories, many of them true.