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  • Alright, so my friend Rick and i had gone elk hunting in Alaska 1 time before this. That time, we bagged six big bucks. When you go hunting in Alaska you have have to be flown into the wilderness by a bush plane since there are no roads. This time we bagged six big ass bucks again in about 7 days. So we called up our bush pilot to come pick us up. When he got to us we carried our six bucks about a mile to the plane and while i was loading them into the plane the pilot said "woah woah that's too many". I replied " What?", he said "six elk are too heavy for this plane". Too put it lightly i was furious. Like i said, last time we went on this elk hunt we bagged six elk and it was the exact same plane we flew in. I told him "We bagged six elk last year and that pilot let us fly with them!". After argueing for a bit, he let me and Rick load up the six elk and hit the runway. After about 500 yards, the plane started to wobble. The plane starting diving towards the ground and we crashed. While the pilot was unconscious my friend Rick yelled to me "Jack do you know where we are?!!", i replied "yeah i do Rick! Shit! Were about 50 yards farther then we got last time!"
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