There are two moose hunters who hop
on a float-plane and fly to their
destination. When the plane arrives at the
lake, the pilot says: “In three days, I’ll
meet you two guys back here with one
moose.” The plane flew away and the
men set up camp.
The first day they shot nothing. The
second, one man shot a moose and on
the third day, the second man shot
another moose. The plane came to pick
them up, and the pilot said: “What are you
doing, I told you to be here with only one
moose, not two.” The hunters told the
pilot that last year, the pilot let them take
two mooses (mice?). The pilot wanted to
stay competitive with the other pilots and
made an exception this time to let the
hunters take two mooses. With the extra
weight, the plane barely got off the lake,
then hit a tree and crashed. One hunter
crawled over to his buddy to see if he was
hurt. He shook him, then he woke up and
said, dazed: “Where are we?” The first
man answered: “About 100 feet from
where we crashed last year.”