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?" the others asked.
"Henry's drunk and passed out a ways back. I tried to get him up but he tied a good one on this time. Heck he may have even 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.
"A tough call," nodded the hunter. "But I figured no one is going to steal Henry!"