6And these are those times - when I'm hauling and cooking dead fish and moose scraps and getting fish and moose juice all over me. That fish stench REALLY sticks with you and everything you touch with fishy fingers, I'll tell you that much.
But what really sucks is having to haul all of this in my closed-in truck! Imagine the 45-minute drive home with the windows down. And that just seemed to circulate that smell even more INSIDE the truck. I curse the #*$% who broke my old truck!!!!
The gang scrounged for fish and moose scraps, 'cause y'know... they NEVER get fed!!!!
Wow, that was quite the angular shot.
Anyways... if you tilt your head slightly (wayyyy too lazy to adjust that photo) you will see a pot full of yummy moose scraps....mmmm... that's good eating the dogs say. Thanks Tamara and her hunting buddies!!
The drive into work was quite funky and even kinda creepy one morning.
Eh, who needs to see to drive? Just avoid the zombies lurking off in the woods and you'll be just fine....
Speaking of obstacles on the road:
The elk wait... they just love to hang out on the ditch. But love hanging out THISCLOSE to the vehicles zooming by. Hoo boy, can't wait till it's dark 24 hrs a day. (ok, it's never dark 24 hrs a day here, I just love perpetuating that myth)
They're quite frisky and bouncy in the cool mornings. It's funny to watch them frolic and chase each other. Ok, it's probably just all revolving around that whole mating thing - one big bull had all these lovely ladies to himself. His harem spooked a bit and ran into the bushes while he stood up all big n' tough-like. Lucky fella!