[jerry]

Hunting Buddies

A group of W.Va. 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!

[colt45]

so true.

[NRAJOE]

What are you trying to say? Ox is old?

[jerry]

uh uh, Ox like to deer hunt.

[Oxford]

Yer both right! :jaw: In relative terms I'm an old geezer...compared to you young "bucks" still wet behind your ears. :nod:

And...yes...I still enjoy deer hunting...the four legged type as well as the two legged kind, too. But...the problem is what to do with them when I see them. That's when my mind goes blank. Dah! But that lasts only a microsecond then I come to my senses and think :cheer: and other thoughts before I pull the trigger on that small babmi. What a great hunt that was. :nod: Took all my skills for sure.