I am not sure if moose have knuckles or not. hhahahahaa. I guess I ought to tell the story of how that name came about. One night me and the wify were sitting around playing dominoes with the daughter and her hubby. Her hubby tells this joke. I sure wish I could remember exactly how it goes. It was something about him wanting to start his own business...anyways he comes up with the name Hairy Moose Knuckles. I laughed so hard that I almost passed out.I mean to tell you that I continued to laugh for several minutes with tears streaming down my face. So folks that's how it came about.

I hope never to get that close to a moose to find out about knuckles.
My FIL used to serve up pickled-eel-eyebrows to his grandkids.

Pigs have knuckles, why not moose (or is it meese)?

It's mooses.

Hey, before I finished growing up in Oklahoma, I lived in Alaska in the early 60's. My Dad was still in the Army and we lived on Fort Richardson. My older brother and I were WOODSMEN!

We went every where in the woods, Summer or Winter. Mom made us stay in once it got down towards 0 or below.

One of my favorite memories was my brother and I throwing rocks at a bull moose. We ran hard and climbed up a pine tree. He stuck around for a little while then went away.

We used to have moose warnings also when the bulls were in rut. They would come up and look in the classroom windows.

The greatest things to see were the mushrooms in the Summer. Alaska has the most beutiful flora in Summer.

One last item. The Summer of 65, We got a sheet of plywood(4x8) and gathered some logs. We nailed those logs to it. We carried it, maybe a quarter mile or so to a pond on the other side of the hills. This pond was next to a two lane highway and had an island in the middle of it. We were going to be Huck Finn!!! The objective was to reach the island.

We striped down to skivies and loaded the raft.
Mind you, this is a sheet of plywood with some logs nailed to it!!! There was 6 of us!!!

Well, as beutiful as Alaska is in Summer, the water is still cold!!! Yeah, we sank. The one memory that still hangs in my head was a passing station wagon with a family looking at us. They must have thought we were crazy.

Thank God for good directions and turnip greens!