A group of friends went deer hunting and paired off in two's for the
day. That night one of the hunters returned alone, staggering under the
weight of an eight point buck.
"Where's Henry?" one of the
other men asked.
"Henry had a stroke of some kind. He's a couple of
miles back up the trail."
"What?!? You left Henry laying out
there and carried the deer back?"
"Yea, it was a tough
call," nodded the hunter, "but I figured no one is going to steal
Henry."
