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Great Grandad’s Moose

Posted on: December 20, 2009

Two days ago (December 18th) marked the 90th birthday of Niko’s Great Grandad (my mom’s dad): 90 years old and still looking fine! Anyway, this summer while I was pregnant, Borys and I made the trek to Halifax to visit family (even Carolyn was there, all the way from East Timor), and we spent a few days visiting with my maternal grandparents.  One day as we were all enjoying lunch together at my grandparents’ house, my grandad busted into this entertaining and unexpected story.  The story went something like this…

Around 30 or 40 years ago my grandad went hunting in New Glasgow, with a buddy who lived there.  He had been hunting many times, but on this particular occasion he shot and killed his first (and only) moose using his “nice semi-automatic rifle: [well with that] you couldn’t miss!”.  They tied the moose to his buddy’s truck and brought it to his dad’s garage.  His friend cut up the moose, leaving the head and skin all in one piece, and was to deliver these parts to my grandad in Halifax, and leave it under his back steps. My grandad had promised the head to another friend, and one of his sons wanted the skin, to turn it into a rug for the floor.

Well time passed and the head and skin were nowhere to be seen.  My grandad got in touch with his friend and said, “Where in the hell is the moose head? It’s not here!”. The guy was adamant that he had put it under the back veranda, but my grandad assured him it was nowhere in sight.  To which his buddy replied, “Well it is under someone’s back steps, because I dropped it off last week”. After some time, they figured the guy had dropped it off under the neighbours’ back steps instead of my grandad’s.  So, my grandad called up the lady on the corner and asked her: “Have you been under your back steps lately, because there’s a moose head and skin under your veranda!?” She went to have a look and sure enough there was the hide and head. Now, you can imagine that a moose skin and head left to it’s own devices would not be in the greatest of shape after lingering around under some lady’s veranda for a few days, but this lady was cool as a cucumber, as she was a hunter’s wife, so she wasn’t too concerned.  Don’t ask me how the neighbours didn’t notice rotting moose parts under their steps up until this moment, but this is just how the story goes…

So, my grandad went to the neighbours and retrieved the remnants of this now long-dead moose, still bound and determined to get the hide turned into a carpet for his son. He wrapped the skin up in a box, and brought it to the train station: apparently he needed to send it by train to get it to the taxidermist.  However (and surprise, surprise!), the guy at the train station refused to ship it, seeing as by that time the parcel really didn’t smell too good and considering the contents.  But my grandad was persistent and argued with the guy until he finally agreed to ship it.  Well, that day marked the last day that my grandad ever did see that moose skin.  From then on, he never heard anything about it ever again and he’s convinced that the man from the train station, appeased him momentarily, but then simply chucked it in the garbage and that was end of it!

Note 1: The picture below is taken by my sister Carolyn, and is Borys and a six month pregnant me, enjoying lunch at my grandparents’ house, on the very day he told us this lovely little anecdote.

Note 2: As you can see in the picture below, my grandad is dressed up dapper in a shirt and tie, even for this casual lunch.  And now that I think of it, I have really only ever seen him wearing a nice shirt and tie! So, this brings me to wonder, did he wear a shirt and tie even when he went hunting? 🙂

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6 Responses to "Great Grandad’s Moose"

just love how very happy everyone looks — love grandmother’s large laugh!!
xo

yah, I love that picture too! xo

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great photo … love grandmother’s belly laugh. she’s “tickled pink” a funny little expression that I always remember her saying.

yah, I like that pic too! Remember when we went there that day and helped Grandmother finish cutting up her strawberries and she said something like, “Oh, dear this kitchen’s in a complete uproar.” She does have the cutest little expressions 🙂

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