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 an eight-point buck.

&ld;Where&rs;s Harry?&rd; he was asked.

&ld;Harry had a stroke of some kind. He&rs;s a couple of miles back up the trail.&rd;

&ld;You left Harry laying there, and carried the deer back?&rd;

&ld;Well,&rd; said the hunter, &ld;I figured no one was going to steal Harry.&rd;