I can take or leave the pheasant, but the moose and the hockey player? Awesome!
According to the blog post where I heard about this book, these are called “curling coats.” They speak to me of low-impact sports and beers, of shiny hair and Union jobs. On Thanksgiving men wearing these sweaters would go outside, stand around a car, and point at the engine. Inside the house the women who made the sweaters would be cleaning up the dishes.
Men’s sweaters, like men’s socks, are a lot of work, so these sweaters must have been an expression of pride in your skills as well as love for your man. I imagine all the knitting women, their hands deep in soapy water, looking out the window and seeing their cleverly worked noble elk or Gordy Howe bending over a clogged carburetor, having the exact same thought: If you get grease on that sweater I will kill you dead in your sleep.