Three unlikely friends, a Jewish rabbi, a Lutheran pastor, and a Catholic priest, all decide to go camping together one weekend. While chatting around the fire the first evening, they all agree to a wager: whoever can successfully convert a wild bear must belong to the one true religion.

The next morning, the pastor takes charge when they find their first bear drinking water from a small pond. He sneaks up behind the unsuspecting predator and shoves him into the water. Quick as a fox, he recites 'I baptize thee...', jumps on the bears head, and submerges it under the water. Unfortunately for him, this goes no where in convincing the bear to meekly inherit the earth, and the three friends are chased back to safety by the failed convert.

The priest has a good laugh and carefully explains to the pastor that only holy water blessed by a bishop can truly convert such a wild beast. He carefully pulls out a flask from amidst his robes and motions for his friends to follow him. The priest smiles big when they find the bear lazily grazing for berries. He mutters something in latin before running up behind the bear to dowse him with the holy water contained in his flask. This time the bear doesn't even growl, let alone call the priest father before moving on to a more plentiful berry patch. Downtrodden, the priest returns to his 2 buddies.

Deep in thought, the rabbi pulls at his sidelocks. After a few moments, he quietly nods his head and heads after the bear, motioning for his friends to wait there. Several minutes later, the priest and pastor are startled by a loud squeal. Surprised and worried for their friend, they go running in the direction of the noise. They find him limping back towards them, bloodied and bruised, but no bear in sight. Confused, they ask him what happened.

The rabbi shakes his head, "I probably shouldn't have started with a circumcision."