I have a friend who raises sheep up in the Owen Sound area of Ontario. One day this past September he was standing by one of the cedar rail fences that keep the sheep penned in the field. As he was gazing at the flock of sheep he noticed a flashy automobile come tearing down the gravel side road spewing dust and gravel up into the air. As the car approached the spot where the sheep farmer was standing it came to an abrupt stop. The driver got out of the car and approached my friend the sheep farmer. Now, my friend is very sociable and being sociable said to the approaching stranger "Good morning, what brings you to these back roads?" The stranger obviously a city slicker replied, "noticed all the sheep in the field, they look pretty healthy". The farmer always friendly said, "yep, they are". City slicker says to the farmer, "are you a betting man?" Farmer replies, "well not often but what do you have in mind?'
City slicker says, "I will bet you $300.00 I can guess how many sheep are in that flock, and if I'm correct I get the sheep of my choice. If I'm wrong you get the $300.00". Well, the sheep farmer pondered for a few moments and thought to himself those sheep are all milling around the field it will be really difficult if not impossible for anyone to correctly guess how many sheep are in the field and the damn sheep are only worth $200.00 each on the market . So, the sheep farmer looks at the city slicker and says "son, you have a bet".
City slicker says to the farmer, "there are 386 sheep in that flock". The farmer cannot believe it! The city slicker has correctly guessed the exact number of sheep in the flock. Being an honest man the farmer says, "damn, you are correct, there are exactly 386 sheep in that flock. Go ahead and pick out the sheep of your choice. But, before you do that, tell me how you knew there were 386 sheep in that flock".
City slicker says, "sorry I can't tell you how I knew, its my secret". At this point the city slicker climbs over the fence walks into the field and grabs the sheep of his choice. When the city slicker returns holding the sheep of his choice the farmer says to him, "are you a betting man?" City slicker answers, "what kind of bet do you have in mind?". The farmer replies, "if I can guess your name and what company you own I get the animal back plus $300.00". City slicker thinks for a moment and says to himself "there is no way this country hick knows who I am and no way in hell he knows what company I own". The city slicker smiles and says to the farmer, "you have a bet my friend".
The sheep farmer chuckles and says to the city slicker, "your name is Bruce Duncan and you own a company called Canada Carbon". The city slicker with a stunned look on his face, slowly replies, " you're correct, how in the hell did you know my name is Bruce Duncan and how in hell did you know I own a company called Canada Carbon?". The sheep farmer now smiling says, "can't tell you, its my secret, now give me the $300.00 and my bloody SHEEP DOG back!"
THE MORAL OF THE STORY IS: ALWAYS BET WITH A MAN WHO CANNOT TELL THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN GRAPHITE AND MARBLE!.
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