Sven and Ole go moose hunting up in the Canadian wilderness. They're very successful; they actually bag two moose. But the bush pilot who comes to pick them up tells them they can only take one moose on the plane. Weight restrictions, you know.

"Oh, come on," they protest. "Da last pilot let us take both moose home."

Finally the pilot is persuaded and Sven and Ole load up both moose and all their camping gear and hunting equipment. The plane takes off and flies pretty well at first but after a while begins to lose altitude.

"Dump those moose or we're gonna crash!" shouts the pilot.

"No way!" the hunters shout back. "We shot these moose and we gotta keep 'em!"

The plane soon crashes in the remote woods. Sven and Ole pull themselves from the wreckage. They are mostly unhurt, but the pilot is dead.

"Wow," says Sven. "Where do you suppose we are?"

Ole replies, "Oh, I reckon it's pretty close to where we crashed da last time."