Sense Sonnet - Tickler

Choice Between

Harry and I went hunting deer.
I shot me a very huge buck.
Harry was not full of good cheer,
Cuz Harry wasn't having luck.
'Twas getting dark, so Harry sped,
Chasing shadows among the trees.
Harry fainted, but was not dead,
But would not get up either - geez!
So back to the main camp I went,
Carrying the buck on my back.
Others there did seem to resent
That of Harry, I had lost track.

A tough decision it did be.
But who is gonna steal Harry!