Thanks Zuma, I'm not a depression kid but I sure remember my grandpa talking about living through it. I think it's just the way we've always been around here. I just can't seem to throw anything out. Sometimes that's not such a good thing. We've always fixed up and made stuff from old discarded stuff. To me nature is beautiful and I can't see a better way to show respect for something than to give it a new life when it's used up it original one. I'd like someone to do that to me, but pretty sure they'll just digg a hole and put me in it.
Thanks upstate, the trickiest part was trying to stay in the center of the belly on this little guy. It really didn't take very long to put him up. I just quick skinned him, washed him in soapy water and pinned him to a piece of cardboard. He didn't even need any scrapping he skinned so clean. By far easiest skin I've ever put up. I got my eyes open for a buddy. My brother said he saw one laying on the road coming home from funeral home last night, but thought it was still alive. This must be the week
Bjrogg