I used to work with a man who had a Canadian Amazon wife. She was pushin' six foot one ... but gorgeous. She was from Moose Country. I can remember telling her how I had harvested hundreds (yes, HUNDREDS) of white tails, three muleys, and one elk ... but never a moose. She told me that it was easy for a furriner (non canuck) too get licensure for moose .... that she had harvested multiple moose .... and that her parent's farm was right, smack dab, in the middle of moose country. So, at that time bein' drunker 'n three injuns on payday .... We called a few acquaintances and set plans.

It was off to the wilds of the northwoods, licenses and permits in hand. She hadn't lied. Moose was a common roadkill and they were everywhere. So, she and the fellas were off. I had my moose within less than two hours out. Some of the boys couldn't hit the broad side of a barn, including her husband. So, it was our duty (she and I) to harvest Bullwinkles.

They (her parents) had an old (like 1958 Ford) pickup, with hubcaps, that was one of our vehicles. While we (mostly me) were field dressing those monsters, she had built two fires, built a stand for two hubcaps, picked the hearts and livers out of the offal. Started slicing up hearts ... and within no time we were feasting on Rocky's friends' hearts. Sh-t was forkin' delicious.

So, why wait for a restaurant if you have hubcaps?