The Peckerwood Hunters from Down State

A group of peckerwoods from down state 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 lying 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!