Thursday, June 09, 2011

Priorities,man.

A group of friends went deer hunting and paired off for the day. That night, one of the hunters returned alone, staggering under the weight of an eight-point buck. "Where's Hank?" the others asked.
"He had a stroke of some kind. He's a couple of miles back up the trail," the successful hunter replied.
  "You left Hank 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 Hank!"

2 comments:

Toaster 802 said...

Speaking of hunting, looks like they need your help up north. If that isn't a coydog or a wolf hybrid, I'll eat my hat.

http://apnews.myway.com/article/20110610/D9NOPLUG0.html

Bushwack said...

LMAO.. Yep I can understand the logic...

BTW obviously you didn't get my fuckin email, you know a "No dumbass I don't live anywhere near where you are going" would have been special. We had an awesome time in Yosemite and the surrounding area.