Two Irish hunters got a pilot to fly them to Canada 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
with full power, the little plane couldn't handle the load and went
down.

A few moments after, climbing out of the wreckage, Paddy asked Mick,

"Any idea where we are?"

I think we're pretty close to where we crashed last year."

Obviously a right pair of fecking eejits as we would refer to them !