"The fox knows many things, but the hedgehog knows one big thing."

                --Archilochus

Glenn Reynolds:
"Heh."

Barack Obama:
"Impossible to transcend."

Albert A. Gore, Jr.:
"An incontinent brute."

Rev. Jeremiah Wright:
"God damn the Gentleman Farmer."

Friends of GF's Sons:
"Is that really your dad?"

Kickball Girl:
"Keeping 'em alive until 7:45."

Hired Hand:
"I think . . . we forgot the pheasant."




I'm an
Alcoholic Yeti
in the
TTLB Ecosystem



Tuesday, November 08, 2005

It's the time of year . . . .

. . . . when apples ripen and, if not harvested, fall naturally to the ground. There they can become the host of those most friendly of bacteria, one or another of the lactobacilli, which will convert the juice in the fallen apples into cider. For free.

It's the time of year when moose roam about, seeking out the naturally fermented apple cider formed by fallen apples, and get one Hell of a snoot full.

It's the time of year when said drunken moose wander into an old folks home.

No, REALLY.

Comments on "It's the time of year . . . ."

 

Anonymous Anonymous said ... (5:13 PM) : 

So, you have a picture of an elk illustrating a post about a moose. I'll admit, the elk does look a bit snockered, but that doesn't change the fact that it is still an elk (and probably an American elk at that) and not a Swedish moose.

 

Blogger Gentleman Farmer said ... (5:34 PM) : 

Elk, Moose, Lion, Odd Fellow, Rotarian, what's the diff? They all get drunk, play cards, wear funny hats, and cause trouble at retirement homes.

 

Anonymous Anonymous said ... (6:06 PM) : 

I call those people "Gonzaga guys."

 

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