Two newfies were off on their annual trip to the Canadian Rockies to bag a
moose. As the seaplane landed on a lake in a remote area, the pilot said,
"I'll be back in one week to pick you up. But only one moose, please."
A week later, when he returned to the lake, the pilot found the hunters
proudly standing beside two moose. "I told you guys only one moose!" the
furious flier screamed. "There's no way the plane can take off with that
much weight!" "You're just a chicken," one hunter said. "We killed two
moose last year and that pilot wasn't afraid to take off," said the other
newfie. Stung by the suggestion of cowardice, the pilot reconsidered.
"Alright, if you did it last year, I guess we can try it." So they loaded
up and the pilot taxied to the far end of the lake to begin his take-off.
The plane bounced across the water as it strained to get airborne, but the
overloaded aircraft finally ran out of space and crashed into the trees.
Some time later, the newfies regained consciousness. "Where are we?" one
asked. His friend looked around at the scattered debris, then back at the
edge of the lake, and replied, "Oh, I guess about a hundred yards further
than last year."