A kilt-wearing, shotgun-carrying Scotsman is out on the moors when he sees a beautiful girl waving to him.

He goes to greet her and she bats her eyelashes and thrusts out her chest.

"Good Day, Sir...What's a fine han'some lad such as you walking out here for?"

"I'm a-hunting fer' some grouse, or some other fine pretty thing to bring home wi' me. So what d'ya say, lass. Are ye game?"

She bit her lip and tossed her hair sensually. "Aye, that I am."

So he shot her.