Off in the more remote parts, a certain mountain man was much taken with drink. Although thoroughly determined to keep to his own company, his exploits inevitably lead to quarrelling with his neighbors. Occasionally, a few gun shots were directed at them.
The local preacher, interpreting his religious calling to include correcting this thoroughly backslidden behavior, undertook a deep spiritual discussion with the offender.
"Can't you see," intoned the parson, "that not one good thing comes out of this drinking?"
"I can't agree with you," replied the mountain man. "It makes me miss the folk I shoot at ..."