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Post by kg5388 on Apr 23, 2011 10:19:49 GMT -6
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 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!”
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Post by ibugly on Apr 23, 2011 19:35:53 GMT -6
Just so nobody field dressed him.
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Post by caretaker on Apr 24, 2011 19:57:34 GMT -6
That is putting things in prospective. Gotta have your priorities.
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