A group of redneck 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?” the others asked.
“Henry had a stroke of some kind. He’s a couple miles back up the trail,” the successful hunter replied.
“You left Henry out there and carried the deer back?” they inquired.
“It was a tough call”, nodded the hunter. “But I figured no one is going to steal Henry!”