I have returned from my Jackson Hole, Wyoming all man ski trip. Uncles, Dad, Brother, Cousins Booze and meat, it was fantastic. Wyoming is strange and beautiful. Here is a poem.

Elk Meat
-a poem by jeffmauro

Thousand of Elks feeding on an open range amist Mountains a plenty
Hundreds of Elks grace painting, pictures and decor
Dozens of Elk horns made into chandeliers
Elk Elk Elk, everywhere and Elk Elk
Old McJeffrey ate an Elk
I prefer to eat beef

thank you.