John;
Good evening to you sir, I hope the second last weekend of February was a good one for you and Eileen.
Hopefully I can be forgiven for telling this story again, but I still clearly recall my mother giving dad the gears for bringing a bull home from his annual moose hunt near the Manitoba border in the bush country of central Saskatchewan. Honestly I don't recall if it was tough or not however, because Mom - God rest her soul - believed in cooking all meat pretty much to death and then having it swim in gravy before serving it.
Honestly I didn't really like steak until I was in my late teens and had someone order a medium rare steak for me in a restaurant.
My brother in law killed a few bulls up in the Cariboo country near Horsefly over the years and one of the bigger ones was truly and sincerely chewy, even the burger. It had a "zesty" flavor to it too and while it was edible it wasn't as good as a lot of other moose we'd had.
All the best to you folks as we head into warmer weather and longer days.
Dwayne
