One fine day two marines, Slatten and Bahmer, decided to give hunting a try... They purchased there rifles (legally and with gun safety ever foremost in their minds) and set off into the bush in search of something to shoot...
After contending for hours with mosquitoes, burrs, the inconvenience of deer being pretty much forest colored and numerous other trials they finally stumbled upon a clearing...
Much to their amazement, in the center of the clearing stood a magnificent 16 (or wh**ever number you consider magnificent) point buck... With all the precision of a fully trained Navy Seal they drew and fired at the same instant... Dropping the buck where he stood....
Congratulating each other on their good fortune they moved into the clearing to inspect their k**l...
Where once two eyes shone brightly were only two perfect holes (impossible you say as a deer's eyes are set on the side of its head and couldn't possibly have both been hit from one direction... Remember , these gents are marines...)...
Bahmer and Slatten stopped for a celebratory drink.. Then each grabbed ahold of a hind leg and began to pull... After about a half an hour of this (antlers becoming entangled in everything from bushes and rock outcroppings to low h*****g branches) they stopped for a breather...
As fortune would have it a fine lad, by the name of Badbobby, was passing by on one of his evening forays... Spying the two gents, and deducing by their dilemma that they were marines, Badbobby took pity on them and offered the advice that the buck might be a might bit easier to d**g by the antlers...
Accepting his advice as valid (he had a very honest and wiselooking face - much like a Canadian) Slatten and Bahmer resumed their efforts from the other end...
After an hour or so of far greater progress Slatten called for a halt (tossed a coin , Slatten won) and said to Bahmer...
"This sure is a heck of a lot easier pulling from this end.... But I just realized we're not getting any closer to the truck"...