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."