We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
This moose team belonged to W.R. (Billy/Buffalo Bill) Day. They were found by a Metis near Baptiste Lake in 1910 and were reared by bottle and broken to drive by Mr. Day at Athabasca Landing during the winter of 1910. Mr. Day and the moose team hauled mail and supplies.
I looked up Athabasca because I couldn't place it, and it's motto is "The Gateway to the Great New North."
That's really reaching for a motto. Sure, it might prove prophetic in 50 years, but I'm thinking that even in 2066 they'll be saying "Okay, in the next few decades, it's really gonna happen." Gwynnie, weigh in.
Assistant Village Idiot
I don't understand how those moose have what looks like a driving bit in their mouth. ( I could be wrong, poor resolution when i blow up the picture)
Moose don't have the large gap in their jaw between front and back teeth that the bit rests in, so it's not hitting any teeth.
Zebras do, which is why it's not far fetched that they can be used in this way;
and if the bit is NOT in their mouths, I have to give Mr. Day quite a hand of applause to trust those animals with his life that way.
I don't know where this Athabasca Landing is, but the Athabasca I'm familiar with is a river fed by the Columbia Icefields, running for 50 or so miles through a broad valley alongside the Icefields Parkway to Jasper, AB, and then east to somewhere (never looked it up). It's the most beautiful mountainous area I've ever seen.
You don't need a bit in a horses mouth to control them. In fact, there's really no good reason to use a bit. It's uncomfortable and causes the animals a great deal of pain. And that little piece steel isn't about to change the mind of a 1,000-lb frightened horse of no matter how hard you pull.
I spent a few weeks up in the Sierra Nevada's at a dude ranch that's been around since the mid 1800's and had an opportunity to ask about the tack they use. Many riders are actually against the use of bits and there's a movement to educate people how to ride without them. A small child can easily control a horse without a bit. But it takes time and training, something many hobby-riders are not willing to do.
Karl Horst (Germany)
I knew a few Athabascan Indians and worked with some of them in Alaska. I remember that some of the women were stunningly beautiful. The Athabascan men I knew seemed to be impervious to the cold. I discovered I simply could not eat some of the things they would serve at home. They would laugh at my squeamishness and laugh and offer me some other questionable food. I tried whale blubber and I can still taste it and it isn't a good taste. I think it was 'aged' a few months though.