A group of East Kootenay 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 of miles back up the trail,” the successful hunter replied.
“You left Henry laying out there and carried the deer back?” they inquired of him.
“A tough call,” nodded the hunter. “But I figured no one is going to steal Henry.”
see also
Deer &
Hunting Sections
Count The Eyes
Hunting Partners
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