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 a ten-point buck.
"Where's Henry?"
"Henry had a stroke or heart attack or something. He's a couple of miles back up the trail."
"You left Henry lying out there and carried the deer back!?!"
"A tough call," nodded the hunter, "but I figured no one is going to steal Henry."