tis the season
no, not THAT season . . . it’s MOOSE season - if you hunt with a bow, that is.
Our neighbor is all about moose hunting. He goes out with several of his buddies every year - usually gets one in bow season and one later in shooting season. Last year he was not very blessed with moose meat.
But tonight when I got home from Wednesday night Bible study I found this in his driveway:
What’s that you say? You can’t quite tell what is in the trailer?
How about this?
Yeppers, that’s a mighty fine rack lying there in the trailer. Nope, I have no clue how big the moose was that carried the rack - by now it is hung and quartered and waiting for the butcher to finish the cutting and wrapping. They’ll likely let it hang overnight before doing all that, though. There will be some mighty fine eating in that house this winter.
Their family is a bit smaller this winter - the two older girls have both graduated high school now and I understand they are going away to college together - away means probably Anchorage and University of Alaska Anchorage campus. I’m not really sure.
Mama will likely package up and send moose packets with the girls.
Knitting? You want knitting, too? lol - of course you do . . .
Here is a moose dish cloth - well, it looks more like a caribou, but it’s the closest I can find. I’ve made a couple of these to give away. Alaskans see caribou and the woman who designed this cloth admits that she doesn’t/didn’t know what a moose looked like - maybe the pics of the rack will get her closer. What do you think?
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