The Deer Hunters
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.
“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.”