A group of friends went deer hunting and paired off in twos for the day. That night one of the hunters returned alone, staggering under an eight point buck.
“Wheres Harry?” “Harry had a stroke of some kind. Hes a couple of miles back up the trail.”
“You left Harry laying there, and carried the deer back?”
“A tough call,” nodded the hunter, “but I figured no one is going to steal Harry.”