Two Texans were up in Alaska on a fly-in Moose hunting trip and both tagged out.
When the plane came to pick them up the pilot was worried about the weight of the cargo and length of the small lake that he had to take off from.
He told the hunters they would have to leave some stuff behind.
One of the texans became really upset and exclaimed that they had been on this very lake last year, and the pilot said "no problem" when asked about the weight , etc..
The pilot conceded and they stuffed eveything back in, backing the plane onto the shore to gain every bit of water they could.
The pilot reved'er up, the plane shook and broke free of the shore, hurdeling down the lake with the pilot madly pumping the throttle and
adjusting this and that, frantically trying to gain as much speed as posible.
At length they finally broke free of the water and started to climb, right at the end of the lake.
Everything seemed fine, till they hit a bunch of high spruces on a knoll, flipping the plane, crashing horrificlly down in a pile of moose, hunting gear, and broken airplane parts.
The pilot, stunned from the sudden impact of the crash-landing, sat up and mumbled "where are we?"
One of the Texans got up looked around and said:
"I donno, a hunderd- mabe a hunderd an' fifty yards father than last year!