Two elk hunters from Texas are flown into a remote spot in Alaska. They have a good hunt, and both manage to bag an elk. Within a few days, the plane returns to pick them up. The pilot steps out of the cockpit, 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 a chicken." "We were here last year and got two moose. That pilot had guts. Yeah, he wasn't afraid to take off!" "Yup!" said the first hunter, "and his plane wasn't any bigger than yours!"
The pilot got angry and said, "XXXX, if he did it, then I can do it. I can fly as well as anybody!"
They loaded up the elk along with the guns, bags and other gear and then taxied to the far end of the frozen lake. The pilot spun the plan around and at full throttle headed across the open snowfield. The burdened plane struggled into the air but still came a few feet short of the tree tops at the end of the lake. As soon as it clipped the top branches, it flipped up side down, broke into several pieces and ended up scattering the baggage, animal carcasses, and passengers all through the snow covered brush.
Bruised and dazed, the pilot sat up, shook his head and said, "Where are we?"
One of the hunters rolled out from under a pile of bush, looked around, and said, "I'd reckon about a hundred yards further than last year..."
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