A physicist, engineer and a statistician are out hunting. Suddenly, a deer 
appears 50 yards away.

The physicist does some basic ballistic calculations, assuming a vacuum, 
lifts his rifle to a specific angle, and shoots. The bullet lands 5 yards 
short.

The engineer adds a fudge factor for air resistance, lifts his rifle 
slightly higher, and shoots. The bullet lands 5 yards long.

The statistician yells "We got him!"

      by 140Mandak262Jamuna (970587) writes: on Sunday January 30, @06:47PM 
(#35051842) Journal
      The statistician is right. Because if the deer has not moved between 
the first and the second shot, it is already dead. QED.

            by ghmh (73679) writes: on Sunday January 30, @09:13PM 
(#35052754)

            Not necessarily - everything is relative. For example, you have 
to also look at it from the deers frame of reference:

            A deer is wandering through the forest. Suddenly, a physicist, 
engineer and a statistician appears 50 yards away holding guns.

            The deer looks at them carefully and thinks - a physicist, an 
engineer and a statistician: I'd best just stand still.

                  by Xyrus (755017) writes: on Monday January 31, @01:16AM 
(#35053912) Journal

                  A deer is wandering through the forest. Suddenly, a 
physicist, engineer and a statistician appears 50 yards away holding guns.

                  The deer thinks about this carefully for a moment. The 
likelihood that a physicist, engineer and statistician being able to form a 
cohesive group is unlikely. Forming a cohesive group in a forest, even less 
likely, and forming a cohesive group with guns involved practically 
improbable, as they most likely would have killed each other arguing over 
some pointless aspect or theory that the deer had worked out ages ago.

                  The deer comes to the realization that the only way that 
this situation could be real is if some other being had concocted it as a 
piece of fiction in some alternate universe. The deer sighs and holds 
perfectly still as a shot goes long, and another goes short, and the third 
guy never shoots his gun, claiming the dear has been shot. The deer shakes 
its head sadly for the poor being who created this temporary reality, and 
for itself as he will have to endure this ritual for as many times as other 
beings invoke it. Eventually the deer will be allowed to return the ethereal 
pool of creation, where perhaps its next incarnation will be something more 
interesting, perhaps as the man from Nantucket or the woman from New 
Zealand.

VA :P