re: #268 Wendell Zurkowitz ((slave to the waffle light))

I was once invited by my neighbor in Sedona, Arizona, to dine on some elk liver from a creature which he had shot and whose stuffed head was mounted on the wall, staring down at the dinner table…

Elk hunting in PA is limited to two locations, just a few licenses given out per year, and has more stringent regulations than deer hunting. Which, IIRC, includes having enough people with you to pack out the meat you’re expected to have if you get one. (You’re not allowed to take vehicles into the game lands where the elk reside.)

I got moose once at a picnic where one of the participants had gone to Canada to hunt one and ending up packing out multiple hundreds of pounds of meat. It tastes like lean beef. (Isn’t there an Alaska bumper sticker: “Eat Moose. 10,000 wolves can’t be wrong.”)