Christmas is never complete without a weekend in Michigan exchanging sometimes goofy presents with brother Brian. His nickname is Moose, so we thought it would be fun to get him one of the real thing. After locating a suitable example of the species and trussing up the poor beast in my pickup bed for the long drive north in freezing temperatures (which he handled quite well - luckily Rusty has an iron constitution), we arrived in Jackson with him. There were some anxious moments when he was untied and made it into the woods behind Brian's house for a last few hours of moosey freedom, but eventually we corralled him. Here he is with his new best bud, displaying his trademark steely gaze.
Saturday, December 29, 2012
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