Paddy and Mick arrived in Quebec for a moose hunting trip and hired a private pilot to fly them deep into the Canadian wilderness. After many mishaps and adventures, by the end of the trip they had managed to bag a moose each. As they were loading the plane to return, the pilot said he could only take the hunters, their gear and one moose, due to load constraints. The hunters objected saying, “Last year we shot two, and the pilot let us take them both…and he had exactly the same plane as yours.”
Not wanting to be outdone by another bush pilot, their pilot reluctantly gave in and everything was loaded. However, even under full power the little plane couldn’t climb above the tree tops and went down in the wooded wilderness. Somehow, surrounded by the moose, clothing and sleeping bags, Paddy and Mick survived the crash.
After climbing out of the wreckage, Paddy asked Mick, “Any idea where we are?”
Mick replied, “I’m pretty sure we’re close to where we crashed last year.”
