Two West Virginia rednecks were out hunting, and as they were walking along, they came upon a huge hole in the ground.

They approached it and were amazed at its size.

The first hunter said, “Wow, that’s some hole. I can’t even see the bottom. I wonder how deep it is.”

The second hunter said, “I don’t know. Let’s throw something down there, listen, and see how long it takes to hit bottom.”

The first hunter said, “Hey, there’s an old automobile gear box over there. Give me a hand and we’ll throw it in and see.”

So they picked up the gear box, carried it over to the hole, counted “one… two… three…” and heaved it in.

They were standing there looking over the edge of the hole and listening when they heard a rustling behind them.

As they turned around, they saw a goat come crashing through the underbrush, run up to the hole, and, without hesitation, jump in head first.

While they were staring at each other in amazement, trying to figure out what just happened, an old farmer sauntered up.

The farmer said, “Say there, you fellers didn’t happen to see my goat around here anywhere, did you?”

The first hunter replied, “Funny you should ask. We were just standing here a minute ago when a goat came flying out of the bushes at about a hundred miles an hour and jumped head first into this hole!”

The old farmer shook his head and said, “Naw, that’s impossible. I had him chained to a gear box.”