Raising Moose in Alaska (agricultural, farms, health)

[Metlakatla]

Actually I think it's embarassing to see a moose bridled or otherwise shackled to man made machinery. And I'm sure they find it humiliating.

I agree with you, Rance. And it makes you wonder what techniques were employed to get them to cooperate. Undoubtably it wasn't accomplished with friendly pats and lumps of sugar.

[verberus]

Apparently.... "Antlers take three to five months to fully develop, making them one of the fastest growing organs in the world." And I always thought that the fastest.... never mind.

The bar, if it could be called that, was a ramshackle hut with a deep red hand-painted sign above the door proclaiming its identity, and a noticeboard beside the door. Cowboy Cursing looked at the board, and the picture on the Wanted poster pinned to it gazed back at him. It was a good likeness, right down to the week-old stubble. He scratched his chin and made a mental note to shave this month.

He pushed at the door, then remembered it opened outwards, and pulled at it instead. He walked in, looking around the sparse tables, and then towards the bar, from where the carefully-aimed barrel pointed directly at him. He aimed a gob at the spittoon (missed), and grinned at the aimer.

[User 2]

Originally Posted by verberus

Hey User 2 - season's greetings from a passer by

Cheers to you and yours, old chap.....

(the old part is merely an endearment term, if you will, ....besides, I'm truly not sure which of us is senior to the other)
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[baywop]

Originally Posted by verberus

Are frozen moose-steaks not a courting-gift Metl? And are you not known to have demonstrated your susceptibility to them in the not-too-distant past?

In which case this thread may well be part of an elaborate ploy romantically to ensnare you. You may need to call upon your 40 men to defend your honour aginst this southern interloper..... the rope may well be intended for you!

Hey User 2 - season's greetings from a passer by

Thought I saw "Cerberus" there for an instant passer by! Different names same games, ffs the wolves are still running....

[Metlakatla]

Here we are, verberus:

Slowly the barkeep lowered the gun, put it on the bar, and picked up a can of Coors Lite as she squinted in a cross eyed fashion through her self generated smoke in the direction of Cowboy Cursing. As she drained the can of its contents, one of her eyes flickered up and down the cowboy's long and lean body and rested imperceptibly on the lasso at his waist. This could turn out to be an interesting man, she thought. As he took a seat at the bar, she put a can of Coors Lite and a double shot glass full of MCNaughtons in front of him; her way of acknowledging him as a customer of obviously superior tastes.

The only other patron of the bar glowered quietly in his corner, pausing only to discreetly slip outside and remove his own wanted poster from the outside wall. Imagine the barkeep giving herself such airs, he growled to himself, trying to class the place up with Wanted Posters as if her bar were a United States Post Office; la-di-freakin'-da. The new guy could well be one of them bounty hunters, all decked out with a lariat and all. Silently he slunk back to his pint glass of Yellow Tail Merlot and continued to glower on into the smoke filled night.

[User 2]

Originally Posted by Metlakatla

Here we are, verberus:

Slowly the barkeep lowered the gun, put it on the bar, and picked up a can of Coors Lite as she squinted in a cross eyed fashion through her self generated smoke in the direction of Cowboy Cursing. As she drained the can of its contents, one of her eyes flickered up and down the cowboy's long and lean body and rested imperceptibly on the lasso at his waist. This could turn out to be an interesting man, she thought. As he took a seat at the bar, she put a can of Coors Lite and a double shot glass full of MCNaughtons in front of him; her way of acknowledging him as a customer of obviously superior tastes.

The only other patron of the bar glowered quietly in his corner, pausing only to discreetly slip outside and remove his own wanted poster from the outside wall. Imagine the barkeep giving herself such airs, he growled to himself, trying to class the place up with Wanted Posters as if her bar were a United States Post Office; la-di-freakin'-da. The new guy could well be one of them bounty hunters, all decked out with a lariat and all. Silently he slunk back to his pint glass of Yellow Tail Merlot and continued to glower on into the smoke filled night.

Didn't the author of that story get some of their earlier impetus in creating the story from an earlier show-down of sorts,

......an incident which one might be tempted to call an old time goat rope?
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[Metlakatla]

There are lots of stories to be told of the Nowhere Saloon, User

This one, however, will involve a scheme to farm moose for negligible purposes. And in this instance I have a co-author, unless he really is only just passing by.

[User 2]

Originally Posted by Metlakatla

There are lots of stories to be told of the Nowhere Saloon, User

This one, however, will involve a scheme to farm moose for negligible purposes. And in this instance I have a co-author, unless he really is only just passing by.

.....the Now here Saloon, ....oh, the Nowhere Saloon.....

Hadn't a thought of any desire to co-author,

....but if your prospective co-author would actively co-write,

.......I'd consume the products of your joint endeavor avidly.
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[verberus]

Ah baywop - have we perchance met in a previous existence?

The cowboy downed the McNaughton’s before cracking open the Coors and taking a swig. The barkeep refilled the shot glass, staring straight at the newcomer with one eye, while keeping the other on the denizen in the corner as he glared across his emptying glass at the developing drama at the bar.

“More Yeller Tail over here Deb” he called, “and put some ice in it – the last one was warm”. The barkeep looked across to the corner with thinly-disguised contempt. For too long she’d put up with this kind of treatment from the resident low-lifers, but now she could just see the merest glimpse of a possibility that her fortunes might be on the turn. This newcomer had missed the spittoon, which clearly marked him out as a southerner, and carried a rope, which equally clearly marked him out as a hopeless romantic.

“Shove it Willy” she hissed, “I’m busy”. Deb eased the safety back into place and replaced the gun on the shelf under the bar. Then she caught her breath as she watched the stranger do something unheard of in these parts. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a wallet, and placed a note on the bar. After the gun had been put away. And before she’d threatened him. In the face of such naivete she almost wanted to curl a motherly arm around him, but native sense prevailed and she resisted. Plenty of time for that when he was comatose.

She picked up the money before he could change his mind. It was a $25 note – didn’t get many of those around Nowhere, which was further evidence of his class. She almost purred as she tucked it into the left cup of her Victoria’s Secret Belgian Lace with interwoven Titanium Chainmail Defender bra.

Willy’s face was starting to turn purple – you could even see it through the grime and the beard – and realising that his status as resident alpha male in this bar was under threat for the first time in I don’t know how long, he decided to take the bull between his teeth, bite the music, face the bullet, and leaving no metaphor unmixed, step up to the horns and make his mark. He lifted his left buttock and let one go, and having one leg partially raised already, economised on effort and stood up.

[baywop]

Originally Posted by verberus

Ah baywop - have we perchance met in a previous existence?

Your writing style does remind me of some hack I interacted with elsewhere verberus but there is a vast web out there, ergo I am not certain. If I may make a suggestion tho', assuming you are he, please leave the literary work to "Oh, My Queen" as her writing is so much more enjoyable to read than yours. You should really stick to what you do best instead of hacking up the story of "The Mugshot Inn".

Farming moose is not a good idea....jmho.