Helped some boys in Alaskan that were self proclaimed seasoned moose hunters. Finishing up a critter we’d all chipped in to break down I asked if they’d gotten the tenderloins. Sure did was their reply whilst pointing to the backstraps. “No the tenderloins” I said, to which they gave me a confused look. I reached in and produced both of them shortly to which they replied that they didn’t think moose had those!
They’d been leaving them in the gut pile for however many years! Then the bastards had the audacity to swipe them and the heart along with my ice chest they were in.
