Here’s something you don’t see every day. An elk in Sweden snacked on one too many fermented apples and found himself hung up in a tree.
Apparently the fella had been on a bender for a while, as a suspected drunken elk had almost run into a car in the same area earlier in the day.
The fire department was called and managed to bend the branches of the tree enough to set the big fella free. Elated to be untethered, the beast promptly wobbled to the ground and proceeded to sleep it off. He awoke the next morning, and wandered away, probably in search of a 20,000 mg Advil LiquidGel.
Drunken elk are a common occurrence in Sweden in the autumn, as ripe apples fall from trees and ferment on the ground, making a delicious if dizzifying snack for the critters.
This one was just lucky that none of his buddies were around to scrawl “I Blow Reindeer!” across his forehead while he was incapacitated.
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Beer & Whiskey Brothers 
Totally a moose. Elk look totally different.
And we all know moose love to party! Amirite?
If I were a moose, I’d party that hard.
Leave it to the guy from New Jersey to not know the difference between a Moose and an Elk! Out West that is like being confused between a Tiger and an apple.
In Europe its called an Elk. What we call an Elk is called a Red Deer.
Then do they call the Deer, Moose? Sounds very confusing. And what do they call Caribou?
Squirrel
In Europe Caribou are called Pygmy Goats,
Pygmy goats are called sheep and Sheep are called often on Friday nights.
(Bah-dum-bum)
Reindeer!
It is confusing since their names for the animals came first. It was we Yanks who decided to shuffle the deck. You can check that one out on your WayBack Machine!
This doesn’t make it right
If they call it an Elk in Sweden and it happened in Sweden, then I’m calling the damn thing an Elk!
Mwahahahaha! You CAN”T STOP ME!!!!!
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Way to bring the worldly knowledge!
IS fault of MOOOSE AND SQUIRREL
Best comment EVER!
I should have seen where this thread was headed…
Where is Molly when you need her?
Probably got hell from his wife the morning after
That’s alright – I hear she’s a total cow…
As someone who used to live on an elk and ostrich farm (the ostrich’s didn’t last long in the Illinois winter), you’ve let me down Jim. It leaves me to wonder if you really even saw a bear last weekend or it was a larger dog or just a picture of Don you were cleaning out of your garage.
Well at least I know that ostriches don’t have fur! 😉
And it’s a language thing. That creature in the picture is called an elk where the photo was shot, so that’s what I’m calling it. And yes, I don’t know my moose from elk, just like I don’t know my mousses from souffles. So I’m both not manly and not fancy. I’m proud to be deeply average!
I didn’t even know how to spell mousses or souffles until you just wrote them fancy boy!
I’ll assume you just cut and pasted them into your reply then…
I didn’t cut and paste, but I did have to look and type.
And you probably moved your lips as you did it…
Of Course.
enjoy the pedicure before the Jets game. I bet your chips and gauc are even fat free.
I like to get mine DURING the Jets game. I usually pause it on a shot of Rex hitching up his belt. Growr!
Actually, I think I just made myself a little uneasy with that one… 😦