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!"