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<table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" align="center" border="0"><tbody><tr><td width="20"></td><td class="main" valign="top">It seems a bunch of engineers when hunting in Utah somewhere. The boss of the group decided it might be a good idea to practice camouflaging techniques. <br/><br/>When all the men had taken position the boss went to a hilltop so that he could view the area. As he was evaluating the effectiveness of the camouflaged bunch he noticed that one "tree" was moving (very much unlike a real tree).<br/><br/>The boss thought that most of the men were camouflaged pretty well, however, there was that same "tree" which kept moving around. Puzzled at these distractive movements the boss called out to that particular engineer to report to his office right away.<br/><br/>As soon as they met, the boss asked the engineer for an explanation. <br/><br/>The engineer, we'll call him, Bill, then responded sheepishly, "Sir, I am truly sorry for my performance today, but there is a reason for my actions. <br/><br/>When that dog came by and decided to relieve himself on my leg, I stood still. And when that pigeon landed on my head and started to "decorate me," again I remained still. <br/><br/>But when those two squirrels ran up my leg and <a href="http://www.amanwalksintoanoffice.com/2006/04/kmm_writers_go_ahuntin_in_utah.html">continue reading....</a><br/></td><td width="20"><img height="42" src="http://web.wenxuecity.com/images/pixel_trans.gif" width="20" border="0" alt=""/></td></tr><tr><td>&nbsp;</td><td class="main">&nbsp;</td></tr></tbody></table>