A group of friends go deer hunting and pair off for the day. That night, one of the hunters returns alone, staggering under the weight of an eight-point buck.

“Where’s Billy?” ask the other guys in the camp.

“We had a little accident, and I kind of shot Billy in the leg. He’s a couple of miles back up the trail.”

“You left Billy laying out there and carried the deer back?”

“Well, it was a tough call,” replies the hunter, “but I figured nobody’s going to steal Billy!”

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