Monday, July 09, 2007

YAY! and Oh NO! all at the same time.

First the YAY!:
For the first time since 1986, my dad's name was drawn in the annual lottery for moose licenses in New Brunswick. I just called him at work - my guess is that he'll be singing and skipping around the dispensary today.

Now the Oh NO!:
A moose license doesn't mean he gets to own a moose - heh heh - it means he's going moose hunting in September. The "Oh no" part is because I don't like moose meat. icky. blech.

1 comment:

  1. I've never had moose meat, but if I can't digest beef, I'd prolly have trouble with moose, too. Dang.

    So, isn't there some way around this "must hunt, can't own" deal? Like, shooting it with a sucker dart and just keep promising to cut it up into meat but never getting around to it?