By Leyton Hanneman and Matt Hanneman   ’Twas the night before hunting, when all through the woods,The creatures were stirring and there the bull stood.Our packs were all readied and quivers fitted with care;As we prayed that the moose would wait for us there.The calves and the fawns were all snug in their beds,While visions of rump roast danced in our heads.We arose before dawn and crept into the woods.To call in this big moose was our goal, if we could.Setting a blind, prepared for the long ...