Moose, Yuck!

When we were kids, each fall, my Dad would go hunting for deer and moose. When he returned we would shout in a chorus, Did you get anything? When he answered No, we would cheer and he would give us an irritated look. We did not like him killing animals. We not like the bitter taste of endless moose and venison dinners. We did not like the stench of the rotting skins and the hanging aging/rotting meat. We looked on this as a sort of Jekyll/Hyde transformation of our normally gentle father.

~ Roedy (1948-02-04 age:70)