Spitfire
01-31-2003, 02:31 PM
Four friends went deer hunting and paired off in two's for the day.
That night, one of the hunters returned alone, staggering under the weight of an enormous ten-point buck. "Where's Billy Bob?"
"Billy Bob had a stroke of some kind. He's a couple miles back up the trail."
" You left Billy Bob laying out there and carried the deer back?"
"A tough call," nodded the hunter, " but I figured no one, in their right mind, is going to steal Billy Bob."
That night, one of the hunters returned alone, staggering under the weight of an enormous ten-point buck. "Where's Billy Bob?"
"Billy Bob had a stroke of some kind. He's a couple miles back up the trail."
" You left Billy Bob laying out there and carried the deer back?"
"A tough call," nodded the hunter, " but I figured no one, in their right mind, is going to steal Billy Bob."