Deer Hunt

Ole, Sven and a group of friends went deer hunting and paired off in twos for the day. That evening, Ole returned alone, staggering under the weight of an eight point buck.
"Vhere's Sven?' the others asked.
"Sven had a stroke of some kind. He's a couple ov miles back up da trail," Ole said.
"Yew left Sven laying out dere and carried da deer back?" they inquired.
"Vell, it was a though call," answered OLe. "But I figured no von is going tew steal Sven!"