plutherus

I got this one, strangely enough, from my mother:

On a tour of the Northwest, the Pope took a couple of days off to
visit the mountains for some sightseeing. He was cruising along the
campground in the Pope-mobile when there was a frantic commotion just at the
edge of the woods. A helpless man, wearing sandals, Hawaiian shorts, a
save-the-whales tee shirt and a tree-hugger hat was struggling frantically,
thrashing around trying to free himself from the jaws of a 10 foot grizzly.
As the pope watched horrified, a group of loggers came racing up. One
ran up and quickly fired a 44 mag into the bear's chest. The other two
reached
out and pulled the bleeding semiconscious man from the bear. Then
using long clubs, the three loggers beat the bear to death and hauled it to
their truck.

Immediately the Pope shouted and summoned them to come over. "I give you
my blessing for your brave actions!" he told them. "I heard that there was
bitter hatred between loggers and environmental activists. But now I have
seen with my own eyes that this is not true."

As the Pope drove off, one logger asked his buddies "Who was that?"
"It was the Pope," one replied. "He is in direct contact with God, and
has access to all of God's wisdom."
"Well," the logger said, "he may have access to God's wisdom, but he
sure doesn't know anything about bear hunting. By the way, is the bait
holding
up okay, or do we need to go back to Eugene and grab another one?"