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? one of his campmates asked.““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!“
