Long ago, and I'm guessing it was fall of 1969, my best buddy just got home from his 2nd tour of sunny southeast Asia. I asked him what he wanted to do, and he said "go squirrel hunting". OK, his day, his game.
So we did it the old fashioned way. We loaded up the truck with essentials and headed out. We had permission to hunt on an abandoned farm, overgrown but next to a working farm. We knew the owner well and had permission there too.
Our method was easy. Sling the 22s, each of us grabbed a handle on the cooler and up the old lane we went. Before dawn. When we got to our lunch spot, we put the cooler down in the usual spot and headed out. We only knew the general area each other was hunting, but we'd been hunting together in our teens and it was pretty safe.
We hunted for a few hours, but when the sun comes up, the tree rats stop moving. When I got back to the cooler he had just arrived. But we heard a racket of to one side. We walked over to look and it was a dead (very dead) cow. The crows had declared a feast.
So we moved the cooler over to a fence corner, set up shop behind an old stone wall. And like clockwork, we proceeded to drink ourselves silly. Part of the plan. But we also took an occasional shot at the brave crows when they'd land on the carcass. They'd all fly away, and we'd get back to serious drinking.
It didn't take long for my buddy to need to "offload" some of the liquid refreshments. He selected the fence post at the corner, and started the stream. When it made contact with the live conductor, he kind of got a real shock. The stream jumped up above the wire, and you could see terror in his eyes, knowing it was going to drop back on the wire again. Of course it did, a couple more times until he somehow managed to squeeze off the flow.
When he got done, his only comment was "damn, don't think I'll do that again." When we got around to telling the story a few days later, others commented I wasn't much of a friend for not helping him. Right. Just like he didn't have control of the stream, I didn't have control of my hysterical laughter. I was rolling on the ground. It might not have been the funniest thing I'd ever seen, but its in the top 5.