Each                                                 Friday night after work,                                                 Ole would fire up his                                                 outdoor grill on the shore of Big Stone Lake                                                 and cook a venison                                                 steak.  But, all of                                                 Ole's neighbors were                                                 Catholic.  And since it was Lent,                                                 they were forbidden from                                                 eating meat on Friday.
The delicious aroma from                                                 the grilled venison                                                 steaks wafted over                                                 Ortonville, and all the way to Clinton, and                                                 was causing such a                                                 problem for the Catholic                                                 faithful that they                                                 finally talked to their priest.
The Priest came to visit                                                 Ole, and suggested that                                                 he become a Catholic.  After several classes                                                 and much study, Ole                                                 attended Mass.  The                                                 priest sprinkled holy                                                 water over him, he said, "You                                                 were born a Lutheran;                                                 raised a Lutheran; but                                                 now you are a Catholic."
Ole's neighbors were                                                 relieved.... until                                                 Friday night arrived.                                                  Again the wonderful aroma of grilled venison                                                 filled the neighborhood.
The Priest was called                                                 immediately by the                                                 neighbors, and, as he                                                 rushed into Ole's yard, clutching a rosary and                                                 prepared to scold him,                                                 he stopped and watched                                                 in amazement.
There stood Ole,                                                 clutching a small bottle                                                 of holy water.... which                                                 he carefully sprinkled over the                                                 grilling meat and                                                 chanted:  "You vuz born                                                 a deer; you vuz raised a deer; but now                                                 you is a walleye."
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