Once upon a time when I was at duck camp, wading around in ice water setting duck decoys, I looked down and my eyes came to rest on an Oyster...a really big Oyster....now this was no ordinary oyster...it spoke to me! It said, "Eat me!". Now I am not fond of raw oysters and replied, "I think not!", and shot it the finger. This friggin Oyster got all upset and started screaming obscenities at me..."G'DAMMIT, I SEZ EAT ME MF'r!!!"...I coolly said, "No fuckin' way, Jack!"....and that was the end of our conversation. I went back to the blind and told my huntin buddy what had just happened and he said, "Where is that MF'r?"...so I showed him and he picked it up, broke it open with the butt of his shotgun and ate it. There is no known moral to this story, except if you are a big Oyster, keep your mouth shut. Or don't smoke the good stuff when hunting.:D