No I didn’t shoot a moose, maybe next year. Yes I did get a hind quarter from a guy in town. Sunday Night around 7pm Dianna got a call and was asked if she or I wanted to cut up some moose. I jumped on this situation thinking, cutting up a moose, means getting bloody, playing with knives and maybe earning a little meat, so I don’t have to eat fish all winter. When I got over to his house he asked what leg I wanted, so threw a hind quarter on the front of the 4 wheeler.
After being gone for 10 minutes Dianna was concerned when I cam walking through the door with ‘that grin of mine’. Her first words were WHAT DID YOU BRING HOME? Believe it or not we have had this conversation before (actually several times). I continued to smile as she walked out and saw the 4 wheeler and leg. I instantly began to cut the meat off the bone as Miles stood next to me staring at the largest bones he has ever seen.
I couldn’t get much more meat off the bones and neither Dianna (who is inside cutting fat off the meat) or Miles who was anxiously waiting a bone would complain.
Miles wasted NO time cleaning his first bone of all the meat. Three hours later everything was going good, Miles had has bone, Dianna was cutting meat, and listening to me tell her to becareful her knife is sharp. I was busy cutting strips to make moose jerky and then after sharpening my knife I hacked off chunk of my thumb. Needless to say my thumb is healing, jerky is drying, and Miles loves his bones!
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