I had a good laugh at my own expense last night while at the taxidermist and thought I'd share my "issue" with you all. It was certainly a telling moment for my obsession with certain deer!
Since 2008, I have taken all my animals to Preston Ginther with Tall Timbers Taxidermy after meeting him at one of the local fairs. He does great work and it is always a pleasure to do business with him. (He is the one that mounted Mrs. Flutemans deer this year.) While we were discussing how to put the finishing touches on my blue phase snow goose from Missouri, I was searching through all the racks hanging in his shop. I took a causal glance at the wall of racks when I got there, but waited to get down and dirty until I could gather up the guts to do so. Given that Preston's shop is a few miles from our farm, it is a good possibility that deer I am familiar with will end up hanging in his shop and that was what I was afraid of!!!
As I started at one end of the racks, I was pretty calm and collected. But as I worked my way down the wall, I noticed my hands sweating and shaking like I was on death row! I was having trouble carrying on a conversation and my mouth felt like I had swallowed a handful of cotton balls! Then it happened... "Oh shit. There's a flyer off the left G2. Is that a split brow?!?"
At this point, I was shaking so damn bad I could hardly get my phone out to load pics of Moe so I could make sure I knew what I was looking at, and looking for. Preston left to get a sample turkey base and I attempted to get the rack off the wall for a better look, but my hands were shaking so bad I couldn't get it untangled from the mass of antlers around it. Just then I caught a glimpse of the last name on the tag and I almost threw up right there; "I know that name..." I reached for the tag with the hands of an epileptic and turned it around for a better look...
"Sweet Jesus! It's a WV deer!!!" :smiley_clap:
I should have snapped a picture of this rack because of how similar it was to Moe's, but I was so beside myself with fear, elation, and just about every other emotion I forgot to do so. After I eliminated that rack from contention, I went on down the line and I'm somewhat happy to report that I did not see any deer that I know. In a way, that was a tremendous relief. But at the same time, it doesn't do much for solving the mystery. Regardless, I still had to laugh at myself on the way home because I was such a nervous fuggin' wreck while digging through those racks!!! lmao
This is the last pic of him after getting pics in 14 consecutive months. (Minus the one month I didn't have cams out...) Where did you go old boy?!?
Since 2008, I have taken all my animals to Preston Ginther with Tall Timbers Taxidermy after meeting him at one of the local fairs. He does great work and it is always a pleasure to do business with him. (He is the one that mounted Mrs. Flutemans deer this year.) While we were discussing how to put the finishing touches on my blue phase snow goose from Missouri, I was searching through all the racks hanging in his shop. I took a causal glance at the wall of racks when I got there, but waited to get down and dirty until I could gather up the guts to do so. Given that Preston's shop is a few miles from our farm, it is a good possibility that deer I am familiar with will end up hanging in his shop and that was what I was afraid of!!!
As I started at one end of the racks, I was pretty calm and collected. But as I worked my way down the wall, I noticed my hands sweating and shaking like I was on death row! I was having trouble carrying on a conversation and my mouth felt like I had swallowed a handful of cotton balls! Then it happened... "Oh shit. There's a flyer off the left G2. Is that a split brow?!?"
At this point, I was shaking so damn bad I could hardly get my phone out to load pics of Moe so I could make sure I knew what I was looking at, and looking for. Preston left to get a sample turkey base and I attempted to get the rack off the wall for a better look, but my hands were shaking so bad I couldn't get it untangled from the mass of antlers around it. Just then I caught a glimpse of the last name on the tag and I almost threw up right there; "I know that name..." I reached for the tag with the hands of an epileptic and turned it around for a better look...
"Sweet Jesus! It's a WV deer!!!" :smiley_clap:
I should have snapped a picture of this rack because of how similar it was to Moe's, but I was so beside myself with fear, elation, and just about every other emotion I forgot to do so. After I eliminated that rack from contention, I went on down the line and I'm somewhat happy to report that I did not see any deer that I know. In a way, that was a tremendous relief. But at the same time, it doesn't do much for solving the mystery. Regardless, I still had to laugh at myself on the way home because I was such a nervous fuggin' wreck while digging through those racks!!! lmao
This is the last pic of him after getting pics in 14 consecutive months. (Minus the one month I didn't have cams out...) Where did you go old boy?!?
