Two moose hunters from Texas are flown into a remote lake in Alaska. They have a good hunt and both manage to get a large moose. When the plane returns to pick them up, the pilot looks at the animals and says, “This little plane won’t lift all of us, the equipment, and both of those animals. You’ll have to leave one. We’d never make it over the trees on the take off.”
“That’s baloney!” says one of the hunters. “Yeah,” the other agrees, “you’re just chicken. We came out here last year and got two moose and that pilot had some guts! He wasn’t afraid to take off!”
“Yeah”, said the first hunter, “and his plane wasn’t any bigger than yours!”
The pilot got angry, and said, “Hell, if he did it, then I can do it! I can fly as well as anybody!”
They loaded up, taxied at full throttle, and the plane almost made it, but didn’t have the lift to clear the trees at the end of the lake. It clipped the tops, then flipped, then broke up, scattering the baggage, animal carcasses, and passengers all through the brush.
Still alive, but hurt and dazed, the pilot sat up, shook his head to clear it, and said, “Where are we?”
One of the hunters rolled out from being thrown into a bush, looked around and said, “I’d say… about a hundred yards further than last year.”