I didn’t go moose hunting last year. Rose had said that I could hunt all I wanted, but that I’d better not get one or we’d have to buy a new freezer. I went to check, and, sure enough, we still had a lot left from the one I’d gotten the year before. It seemed a bit disrespectful to go out after fresh moose when there was so much still left from the last one, so I didn’t go. And I really missed being out.