Two Redneck hunters got a pilot to fly them into the far north for elk
hunting. They were quite successful in their venture, and bagged six big
bucks.  The pilot came back as arranged to pick them up. They started
loading their gear into the plane, including the six elk. But the pilot
objected; said he, "The plane can take out only four of your elk; you will
have to leave two behind."

They argued with him; the year before the had shot six and the pilot
had allowed them to put all aboard, and the plane was just the same model
and capacity as this. Reluctantly the pilot finally permitted them to put
all six aboard.  But when they attempted to take off and leave the valley
where they were, the little plane could not make it, and they crashed in
the wilderness.  Climbing out of the  wreckage, one Redneck said to the
other, "Do you know where we are?"

"I think so," replied the other Redneck.  "I think this is about the same
place where the plane crashed last year."