Old Growth Timber
A woman from Los
Angeles, who was a tree hugger and an anti-hunter, purchased a piece of
timberland, near Grants Pass, Oregon. There was a large tree on one of the
highest points in the tract. She wanted a good view of the natural
splendor of her land so she started to climb the big tree. As she neared
the top she encountered a spotted owl that attacked her. In her haste to
escape, the woman slid down the tree to the ground and got many splinters in her
crotch.
In considerable
pain, she hurried to the nearest doctor. She told him she was an
environmentalist and an anti-hunter and how she came to get all the splinters.
The doctor listened to her story with great patience and then told her to go
into the examining room and he would see if he could help her. She sat and
waited three hours before the doctor reappeared.
The angry woman
demanded, "What took you so long?"
He smiled and then
told her, "Well, I had to get permits from the Environmental Protection Agency,
the Forest Service, and the Bureau of Land Management before I could remove
old-growth timber from a recreational area. I'm sorry, but they turned me
down."
