For the Hunters

A group of Carolina boys went deer huntin' and paired off in two's for the day. That night, one of the hunters returned alone, staggering under the weight of an eight-point buck.

"Where's Henry?" the others asked.

"Henry had a stroke of some kind. He's a couple of miles back up the trail," the successful hunter replied.

You left Henry laying out there and carried the deer back?" they inquired.

"Well, it was a tough call," nodded the hunter. "But I figured no one is gonna to steal Henry!"