Post by 4pointer on Jan 8, 2006 18:39:54 GMT -5
A group of Newfoundland 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?" the others
> >asked.
> >
> >"Henry had a stroke of some kind. He's a couple of miles back up the
> >trail," the successful hunter replied.
> >
> >"You left Henry laying out there and carried the deer back?" they
> >inquired.
> >
> >"A tough call," nodded the hunter. "But I figured no one is going to
> >steal Henry!"
twos
> >for the day. That night, one of the hunters returned alone,
staggering
> >under the weight of an eight-point buck. "Where's Henry?" the others
> >asked.
> >
> >"Henry had a stroke of some kind. He's a couple of miles back up the
> >trail," the successful hunter replied.
> >
> >"You left Henry laying out there and carried the deer back?" they
> >inquired.
> >
> >"A tough call," nodded the hunter. "But I figured no one is going to
> >steal Henry!"
