A tenderfoot walks into a North Alaska bar and asks what's to do for fun in the Far North. A couple of locals tell him "There's lots to do if you're a member of the Klondike Club."
The tenderfoot perks up and says, "Sounds great. How do I join?"
One of the locals replies, "You have to pass the initiation. First, you have to down a bottle of Yukon Jack in one gulp. Then, you have to kill a Grizzly bear with just a Bowie knife. And third, you have to rape and Eskimo squaw. Then you're in."
The tenderfoot thinks it over for a couple of seconds, and agrees. The local hands him a knife and a bottle, which the tenderfoot proceeds to down in one slug, and stumble out of the bar, holding the knife in his left hand.
The bartender reprimands the local for sending a tenderfoot out in the snow drunk, and with a knife. "If he don't hurt someone with that knife, the cold will kill him for sure."
The local replies, "Don't worry. With a quart of Jack in him, he won't get further than the street before he passes out, and someone will pick him up and carry him back to the motel."
A short time later, the front door opens and in walks the tenderfoot. He is bleeding profusely, and his clothes are shredded. He stumbles up to the bar and with slurred speech asks, "OK, where's that squaw I gotta kill?"