A group of Newfies went caribou hunting and paired off in two's
for the day. That night, one of the hunters returned alone, staggering
under the weight of a caribou.
"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 caribou back?"
they inquired.
"A tough call," nodded the hunter. "But I figured
no one is going to steal Henry."