No more skulls
I have bad luck with skulls. It started with my bear and will end with my coyote because I have learned which taxidermists (and butchers) are not worth the convenience. I shot a 457lb bear last October and went with my guide to bring it to the butcher. I had decided that I wanted the skull saved and would have the hide made into a rug. I didn’t have the room or the desire for a mount. The butcher got his knives out and began hacking away at the bear. I watched but didn’t really know what I was looking at. He hooked the bear by its hind legs, lifting it off the ground and started peeling away the hide. It...



















