#03193
The Crown Ridge Moose Hunt (Kyrl Dollimount)
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#1932: YouTube video by Kyrl2
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Come gather 'round me and open a beer,
I'll tell you a story that happened last year;
It started one morning at the first start of light,
Two men went huntin', Max Quinton, Gar Dyke.

Their rifles and Blue Star made up the load,
Five miles east of Gander they took a side road;
Slowly over the pot-holes
and a tumbled-down bridge,
They came to a branch road
that led to Crown Ridge.

A short time thereafter by the edge of tall spruce,
Max stuck up his rifle and down came a moose;
Gar, a short ways behind him
when he heard the shot ring,
"Max, what did you shoot at?
I didn't see a thing."

Max shouted, "I got him!" and away he did go,
There lay the old moose down in a bog hole;
Gar got all excited, saying, "Step away, Max",
And off came the head with a sweep of his axe.

Next came the skinnin', the progress quite slow,
They shouldered the quarters
and off through the snow;
That old branch road,
thank God, wasn't far,
And soon the four quarters
were packed in the car.

Gar said to Max, "Boy, that didn't take long",
As he put on his signal to turn in Square Pond;
And being quite thirsty they had a quick one,
Not knowing right then of the crime they had done.

At home fryin' liver later that day,
Max phoned up Gar and to him did say:
"I was just a-talkin' to the Wildlife on phone,
They wondered if we could bring in the jaw bone."

So, proud as a peacock they jumped in the car,
And off to Crown Ridge, it wasn't that far;
They cleaned up the jaw bone
and then, pretty soon,
They walked in the Wildlife
like old Daniel Boone.

And then came the questions,
"How much did he weigh?"
Max looked at Gar, "How much would you say?"
Gar thought for a moment before he spoke,
"A darn nice bit, sir, me poor back is broke."

"And what was the sex?
I'll write that down now."
"What I seen Max cut off, sir, it wasn't no cow."
"Had a fine set of antlers was one way to know."
The warden he smiled and wrote down a bull.

"Now the time of the killin'
and I want to know where."
Max said, "On Crown Ridge, sir."
He jumped from his chair.
Shouted, "Restricted area!",
as he came to his feet,
"You'll end up in jail, boys,
and you must lose your meat."

Their feelings were different as they left the room,
They felt more like Capone now
than old Daniel Boone;
As they followed the warden into the street,
Their footsteps led them straight to the meat.

There in the sunset, hangin' quite high,
Were four lovely quarters, tears came to their eyes;
But they had to start laughin' when he cut it loose,
They said, "There goes Dick Carroll
with a restricted moose."

Soon came the summons,
poor Max lost his gun,
For days they sat thinkin'
of the crime they had done;
Then the day of the judgement,
they trembled with fright,
To think of the courtroom and Magistrate White.

They were asked many questions,
then went to recess,
Then back with the verdict,
"Case is dismissed!"
With no more meat seizures,
Max got back his gun,
And with his pants not yet soiled,
Gar shouted, "We won!"

That night, feelin' happy,
they filled up their fridge,
With that old bull moose
that was killed on Crown Ridge;
And they drank up a toast
to old Magistrate White,
And here ends the story,
Max Quinton, Gar Dyke.

####.... Ellis Coles ....####
Kyrl Dollimount [b.1942] in Francois, NL, notes:
"This is a true moose hunt story that was made into a song by Ellis Coles. It has not been widely published but I have loved the song since I heard it, and I wanted to let other Newfoundland moose hunters hear it. By the way, the case was dismissed because the moose was so close to the boundary of the restricted area that it was not certain weather the moose was killed in the area or not."

From the Newfoundland Labrador Liquor Corporation (NLC) magazine Occasions, Fall, 2008, Provincial Producer's Spotlight:
Blue Star - This Newfoundland beer was a winner at the 1954 international beer-making competition in Munich, Germany. But its roots go back farther than that. The Bavarian Brewing Company was set up in St John's in 1932 at the height of the Great Depression. In their day, Charles Fox Bennett and other early beer-makers used wooden puncheons for storage, a manual malting process and traditional cork stoppers. The new Bavarian brewery used the most modern German equipment, producing its first beer two years later. German brew master Han Schneider lived on the Leslie Street premises and concocted the beer recipes himself. Who doesn't associate Blue Star, the camping beer as it's sometimes called, with good friends and a good time right here at home, especially in the great outdoors? It's with pride that its makers marketed Blue Star as made for Newfoundlanders by Newfoundlanders. And everyone remembers the radio ads of the 1990s that celebrated Blue Star as the shining star of the granite planet.



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