A Predilection Toward Moose
I guess I didn’t exactly realize I had some sort of predisposition toward the big animal. I guess predisposition seems rash, unless you consider I grew up in a town called Moose Lake, went to Moose Lake High School, which was situated on Moose Head lake that was in turn, fed by Moose Head river. My dad, Aristotle, shot a moose once. I ate moose, saw them, got scare by them, ran from them, read about them in the newspaper and saw them swimming by in the local lake. My grandfather even ran a Moose Club at one point in his life.
I may actually have some moose-oriented condition. Moos-itis or something.
Showing a strong-second and coming in at number five on the yearly search list, people search on my ducks are hallugenigenic / duck dander story. There are definitely lots of folks out there searching for that next buzz on Google.
But overall, I definitely trend moose.
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This whole Tom Sr./Aristotle thing is producing some very entertaining images in my head: A guy in flowing white hair and superior intellect sitting by the campfire with a growler of whiskey and coke and a pipe; playing golf in camo pants and participating in the shotgun assult of an SUV. :-)
Bob
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