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 the weight
of an eight-point buck.
"Where's Henry?"
"Henry had a stroke of some kind. He's
a couple of miles back up the trail."
"You left Henry laying out there and
carried the deer back!?"
"A tough call," nodded the hunter
"but I figured no one is going to steal Henry."
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