So, I got my moose a few days ago. Had the quarters hanging in the shed to age before I processed them, as usual, when my little nephew dropped by. (He turned four today)
My Dad was up in the shed puttering around when Ryan insisted on visiting with "Poppy."
Ryan walks up to the shed and sees the quarters of moose hanging there and asks my dad what they were. My father tells him that they were quarters of moose from his Uncle's moose that he shot the other day.
Ryan goes very quiet for a minute or two, and tilting his head, he turns to my Dad with furrowed brow and asks, "...so what did the Moose do?"
My Dad was up in the shed puttering around when Ryan insisted on visiting with "Poppy."
Ryan walks up to the shed and sees the quarters of moose hanging there and asks my dad what they were. My father tells him that they were quarters of moose from his Uncle's moose that he shot the other day.
Ryan goes very quiet for a minute or two, and tilting his head, he turns to my Dad with furrowed brow and asks, "...so what did the Moose do?"
