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, Ill



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.