When I was fairly young — four or five or six-ish — my cousin Rob (techncially, my dad’s cousin Rob) came up over a hill in rural Ontario and promptly hit a moose. He was in a coma for three months and the entire extended family had moose meat in the freezer for quite some time. Moose, for the record, is delicious. Anyway, Rob’s fine now and his first words out of the coma were, apparently, “who got the antlers?”