Two Norwegian hunters from Minnesota got a pilot to fly them to Alaska to hunt moose.

They bagged six.

As they started loading the plane for the return trip, the pilot said the plane could take only four moose.

The two lads objected strongly. "Last year we shot six, and the pilot let us put them all on board; he had the same plane as yours."

Reluctantly, the pilot gave in and all six were loaded. However, even on full power, the little plane couldn't handle the load and went down a few moments after take-off.

Climbing out of the wreck one Norski asked the other, "Any idea where we are?"

"Yaaah, I tink we's pretty close to where we crashed last year.."

Fishing through the ice, using 3 lb. test line and a 3" hole, my brother and I were ready for action. After about an hour, I went to my brother to see if he had caught anything. He said he caught a 70 lb. Northern and threw it back. I couldn't quite believe this story. Anyway, he asked me what I had caught. I told him I caught a coleman lantern that someone must have dropped in last fall and it was still lit. My brother was very upset and said I was lying. So I told him "I'll tell you what, you take sixty pounds off your Northern and I'll blow out my lantern."