>I know Kentucky is just a border away from Indiana, but it feels like a completely different country!
Apparently in Kentucky you have to apply for a license to hunt elk. I didn’t even know there were elk in Kentucky, but whatever. So, out of 40 some thousand applicants, 10 (not 10,000 – ten) were chosen to be elk hunters this fall. Well, zip-a-dee-doo-dah, our landlord was one of them.
Matt came home from work Saturday afternoon with a crazy look on his face. “Do you know what’s going on outside?” I had no clue. Then he proceeded to tell me that there was, at that very moment, a skinned, hoofless elk hanging from a tree in our front yard. What a trophy! I was immediately grossed out and mortified. “Maybe no one will drive by…” I thought. Much to my dismay, we got a call 15 minutes later from our good friends.
“Word on the street is that you have a cow hanging in your front yard!”
“That is not true,” I replied. “It’s an elk.”
They were laughing so hard they had to hang up.
WHAT THE HECK? Kentucky is so crazy…
I’m not a vegetarian or anything, but for crying out loud, do we have to hang meat in the front yard? How gross? Now I keep thinking I’m going to have an dead elk at my door or hooves laying in the yard. Ugh…it’s just too much.
>That is AWESOME!!!!! HAHAHAHA!!!!!!I didn’t know they had elk there either…interesting!I ate lots of elk steak when I was home in Montana for Thanksgiving…pound it out…throw on a bit of flour…fry it up and serve it with eggs….now that’s breakfast! I AM NOT KIDDING!!! It is good! I hope he gives you some…the least he can do for hanging meat from your tree!