A group of friends went deer hunting and paired off in two’s for the day.
That night one of the hunters returned alone, staggering under the weight of a ten 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.”