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 Joey?” the others asked.
“Joe had a stroke or something. He’s a couple of miles back up the
trail,” the successful hunter replied.
“You left Joe laying out there and carried the deer back?” they
“A tough call,” nodded the hunter. “But I figured no one is going
to steal Joe!”