Four friends went deer hunting and paired off into twos for the day. That night, one of the hunters returned alone, staggering under the weight of a ten-point buck.
"Where's Billy Bob?"
"Billy Bob had a stroke of some kind. He's a couple of miles back up the trail."
"You left Billy Bob laying out there and carried the deer back?"
"A tough call," nodded the hunter "but I figured no one, in their right mind, is going to steal Billy Bob."
"Where's Billy Bob?"
"Billy Bob had a stroke of some kind. He's a couple of miles back up the trail."
"You left Billy Bob laying out there and carried the deer back?"
"A tough call," nodded the hunter "but I figured no one, in their right mind, is going to steal Billy Bob."
