Along a similar vein

(Not Kevs :sick: :gay: :isgay: )
A gamekeeper is perplexed by the number of rabbits a poacher is managing to steal from his woodland. In one last hope to keep his job and his sanity he decides to set up a hide and stay in it all day and all night if he has to, to catch the culprit. After a long day in the hot enclosure he then has the trouble of staying awake all through the cold night, and then at the first crack of dawn the next day he sees a figure approaching the area of woodland he is watching where there are loads of rabbits hopping about.
Amazed he watches as the figure just bends down, the rabbits perfectly at ease with his presence and if anything hopping TOWARDS him !!!! At which point he simply picks up the bunny and chucks it in a sack !!!
At this point he can stand no more, jumps out fromhis hide with his shotgun and shouts at the villain to stay where he is. As he approaches the man from behind he tells him to turn around and is astonished to find that the crafty poacher is non other than his own Vicar from the village, and he has managed in under a minute to catch half a dozen happy hopping rabbits as fat as you like ready to make a feast fit for a king.
Struggling to find the words the gamekeeper can only mutter "How ?" "Why ?" "B4stard !!"
The Vicar is most ashamed of himself and apologises most sincerely. he goes on to explain that he has only been poaching so that he can donate more of his own wages towards the fund for the new church roof and that since the wealthy land owner whose rabbits he was stealing had refused to help pay for any of the work he felts obliged to teach him a lesson in some small way.
As the gamekeeper listens he comes back to his first question of why..."In all my years Vicar, I have never seen a poacher so easily able to trick the rabbits into not noticing him, its almost as if they were attracted to you"
Embarressed the Vicar flushes red slightly and replies "I must say I thank you for your praise but I am also ashamed to admit that the rabbits ARE attracted to me, or rather the scent I use to lure them with."
"Nothing to be ashamed about Vicar, having a clever trick to give you an edge is what hunting is all about"...points out the gamekeeper..."in fact if you tell me the secret I will let you go and we'll say no more about it, as I agree that my boss should have done something for the church, just dont take anymore rabbits and we'll call it even"
The Vicar flushes again..."Its not having the trick exactly thats embarressing, its the fact that the scent is........err...........how can I put this...........................well its the scent of a woman !!"
"WHAT !!" exclaims the gamekeeper........"You mean they're attracted to the smell of a womans fanny ??"
"Precisely !!" replies the now almost scarlet faced Vicar "Please dont let us talk any more about it......................good day !!!" at which point he rushes back towards the church and most likely a small sherry !!!
Astounded at his discovery the gamekeeper decides to pack his hide up later and goes home for a well deserved sleep. When he gets home he walks through the back gate, up the garden path towards his kitchens open back door and there before him is his wife bent over getting some washing out the machine still in her nightgown with the back of it riding upto her bum. Still with the poaching secret ringing in his ears he walks up softly behind his wife and slips his hand up between her thighs and gives her fanny a good rub. Without turning round or jumping startled his wife calmly says "Mornin' Vicar, you off huntin' rabbits again already ???"
