Today I got to skin a roadkill Coon for extra credit. I’m starting to think that the grimy skinning is my favorite part of taxidermy. I’ve been looking forward to this all week, getting some guts on my fingers and cutting loose with a surgical steel blade after all that intense modeling clay precision training.
Here’s Coony’s busted jaw. The inside was pretty bad; he bit right through his tongue.
His feet were so soft and fleshy; just like baby feet.
Here are the same feet, inverted. Raccoons are notoriously fatty; the de-greasing process on their hides is quite time consuming. The foot on the left has been skinned out, the one on the right still has the paw pads and fat.
I hung him from a meat hook, just like I did with the fox, and here I am at the head part. I’d just cut the first ear out; it takes a little practice to become intuitive as far as when it’s time to cut for the ears and eyes on these small mammals, especially when there is so much fat on the skin; it can obscure the flesh line. Of course I can’t help but imagine what my own body would look like skinned, especially after marinating myself in good mountain dairy products and meat for almost two months.
Here he is, skinned down to the nose. Along with all the fat on the hide, the carcass is positively covered with it.
OK, after this I’m done talking about fat. But here’s what I scraped off the skin. I like to bring in the local weeklies from Philly to use at my work station; the massage parlor ads in the back never fail to leave Mr. B fully scandalized.
Today on the radio I heard an old classic by my girl Shania. For the life of me I can’t understand why country music videos are so awful but here’s another mind-numbingly stupid one. It’s a shame too because the song is cute and Shania is so boss, y’all.