"burping up ignorant comments"
I’ve noted that.
Split hoof, chews the cud. When I was much younger I hunted in Alaska, as I lived there. We’d go out in groups of four to eight people and we split in groups of 2. At the sound of the first shot the hunt stopped and we began packing out meat and hide and rack, to water’s edge where a boat would later come and pick us up. It was basically hard labor. I switched to fishing after a few encounters with the formidable Alaskan bear. The Moose were dangerous as well. And... the weather would kill you. In those regions one rarely gets a second chance to blunder.