Two moose hunters hire a bush pilot and charter a small plane to fly them to the shore of a remote lake in Northern British Columbia.

Dropping off the hunters, the pilot warns them, “Remember, only one moose between the two of you. The plane wouldn't be able to take off with more weight than that.”

The hunters go off. A week later, when the plane returns to pick them up, the two hunters are standing by the lake with one moose apiece.

The pilot fumes, “I warned you guys only one moose each. You'll have to leave one because we won't be able to take off with that much weight.”

“Oh, come on,” beseech the two hunters. “Last year the pilot let us take two moose aboard. You're just a chicken.”

Not wanting to be seen to be a coward, the pilot permits the two hunters to load both moose carcasses. Then the pilot, the two moose, and the two hunters prepare for the takeoff. The plane rumbles along the runway but the pilot finds that the plane is too heavy to take to the air… the plane crashes into the trees at the end of the runway.

No one is seriously hurt. One of the hunters gets up and looks around at all the scattered debris of the wreck and says, “Where are we?”

The other hunter replies, “Oh, I'd say about a hundred yards farther than last year.”