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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