A few weeks ago Dad went to North-Of-Nowhere, Canada for a moose hunt and met with success. I asked him to try and save a few pounds to bring home. After the warm and fuzzies of his return wore off, I was faced with 80 lbs. of one moose shoulder. Fortunately the shoulder came in various sized pieces. I kept my eye on this piece and made sure to claim it before anyone else in the FAMILY asked for it.
I’m not selfish… Just don’t come between me and food. Read the rest of this entry




