Today I finished skinning my fox, and de-greased/fleshed the pelt. Here’s a pile of some of the scraped out residue:
That oblong red object in the center would be a fox penis.
I chose a mount in a supine position with one leg curled under its body. This made sewing up the legs a little tricky, but I was up for the challenge. Unfortunately I was taking too much time and my instructor was getting on me about it, reminding me of the perils of lolly-gagging with skin.
I managed to get him sewn up almost all the way, and had to store him in a cool spot overnight. I really need to pick up the pace.
My thoughts drifted a lot today as I wrestled with my moral boundaries, and where I’m comfortable setting them. I hate that fur-bearing animals, like fox, mink, racoon and possum, are typically caught in traps. It breaks my heart to imagine this creature snagged by the neck or paw, waiting for the trapper to come finish it off. I see so much roadkill everyday and am repeatedly thankful for the millions of happy accidents that placed me in the life I have today, as a human, on top of the food chain, living my dream and doing it quite comfortably. I silently apologise and thank each animal I skin, imagining a different scenario in which I as a human would be out for a stroll and then snap-my foot is caught in a trap and I wait around for two, four, maybe ten hours before something comes along with a giant rock to break my back. Or if I was sitting in my living room one day and some mammoth space craft landed right on top of my home, crushing it and my family. The thing is, I love taxidermy. And I am really, really, good at it. I don’t want to stop. And I am okay with they fact that death is part of the circle of life. I just have to figure out where to set my moral boundaries in terms of justifying killing. I think as long as I face it head-on, and am honest with myself about the fact that this isn’t a pretty craft, and as long as I remain thankful and appreciate the fact that what I do costs lives, I’ll be on the right track.
When I got home I finished watching “This is it.” It was decent, as far s the dancing and how involved a production the whole thing was, but I found it creepy watching MJ dance suggestively with women.