"... some people mix with Irish whiskey." You don't say? Imagine that.

Fourty (forty) minutes ago, I plagiarized in a FB group...

8PM. Bedtime for the lucky ones. >;-) Sleep well,

'Twas the night before Moosemas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The guns and ammo were set by the door with care,
In hopes that a big bull soon would be theirs;
The hunters were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of filled tags danced in their heads;...

Good luck. Bonne chasse.

Especially Roch on accounta I wants me a feed a mooze eh?