Yesterday morning I had to go to town and do some errands and while I was gone my friend….Jack….my dog….brought me a pressie.
APPARENTLY my neighbour has been out hunting moose….it’s the season up here and he’s a hunter.
IF I had ANY doubt about his success Jack was kind enough to bring me the evidence of it.
I wish I could say that this came as a COMPLETE surprise but last year he did the same thing and 3 years ago it was a cow…..don’t even ask!
This first picture is as I saw it…at the edge of my woodshed.
For the squeamish I photographed it from an angle that ALMOST makes it look….well….’happy’….well you know what I mean….not ‘happy happy but not ‘unhappy’.
From the look I would guess it is DEFINITELY not a full grown adult and not a female so that leaves a juvenile male……what is USUALLY culled up here.
I later took it to the back of my property and it’ll be consumed by wolves or coyotes….we have plenty of both.
Here’s another picture….a little closer.
I’m not a hunter and I don’t want to get into any ‘morality’ conflict but I will say that they are plentiful AND true to the north…it will be consumed almost entirely.
Last fall, as is the case every year, there will be a Wild Game Evening sponsored by the Mennonite community featuring ALL varities of wild game…from smoked Bear to Beaver tails and everything in between.
Everyone will be there and you don’t have to be a Mennonite to come….and I’m not.
You haven’t lived ’till you’ve eaten smoked venison sausage.