A man went to see his doctor for his yearly examination. The doctor asked him about his daily activity level.
“Well,” the man said. “Yesterday afternoon, I waded along the edge of a lake, drank eight beers, escaped from wild dogs in the heavy brush, jumped away from an aggressive rattlesnake, marched up and down several rocky hills, stood in a patch of poison ivy, crawled out of quicksand and took four leaks behind big trees.”
The doctor smiled widely and congratulated him: “Most men your age don’t do half of that activity! You must be a real outdoor-kind of man.”
“Not really,” he replied, “I’m just a really bad golfer.”