In the Ozarks, there was a mountaineer who was reputed to have the best hunting dog ever, a dog named Copilot. Three city folks went up in the mountains and wanted to rent him to go hunting. "Good huntin' dog," said the mountaineer, "gonna cost ya fifty dollars a day."
They agreed and three days later came back with their limit. The next year they came back. "Copilot got better...gonna cost ya seventy-five dollars a day." Again they agreed, and two days later came back with their limit.
The third year they came back again and told the mountaineer they had to have Copilot, even if it cost a hundred dollars a day. "You can have that worthless mutt for five dollars a day, and I'm overcharging you four dollars!"
"But I don't understand," asked one of the hunters, "what happened to him?"
"Well, a crew from that there air base in Okaloosa county come up and rented him. One of them idiots called him Pilot and ever since then, all he does is sit on his butt and bark.
They agreed and three days later came back with their limit. The next year they came back. "Copilot got better...gonna cost ya seventy-five dollars a day." Again they agreed, and two days later came back with their limit.
The third year they came back again and told the mountaineer they had to have Copilot, even if it cost a hundred dollars a day. "You can have that worthless mutt for five dollars a day, and I'm overcharging you four dollars!"
"But I don't understand," asked one of the hunters, "what happened to him?"
"Well, a crew from that there air base in Okaloosa county come up and rented him. One of them idiots called him Pilot and ever since then, all he does is sit on his butt and bark.