Hi! I'm a taxidermist.
To me, Nature is God. Without it, we simply would not exist. Conserving the world’s natural spaces and the creatures that live there is paramount to the survival of humans as a species, and I have therefore dedicated my life to studying environmentalism in order to help people co-exist more successfully and sustainably with the natural world.
All natural materials I use in my creations are either sourced from roadkill, Fish and Game, secondhand sources such as fellow artists and estate sales, or are antique. In this way, I'm ensuring that no animals were needlessly killed for the sake of the artwork I produce. I fully believe that no part of any creature should go to waste if a purpose can be found for it, but I do NOT support trophy hunters or overseas fur farms by buying 'byproducts' like bones, skulls, or claws directly from them. The only exception I make for this rule is for parts from animals legally culled for population control programs approved by Fish and Wildlife.
As a photographer and wildlife enthusiast, I've been involved with many fantastic organizations such as Images4Life and Wild Tiger, as well as the Sierra Club and many smaller, local groups.
I've been published, interviewed, and even featured on Rainn Wilson (Dwight from “The Office”)'s personal networking website, SoulPancake.com.
I’ve also been blessed with the opportunity to visit many of the world’s most amazing wild places, like Komodo Island, Bali, Lombok, Malaysia, and the Cayman Islands, and have even documented entirely new species previously unknown to science.
Other interests include: Wilderness survival, primitive skills, backpacking, fishing, kayaking, boffing, airsoft, snowboarding, meandering around town, and caving.
So in case you didn’t know, jagdhunde has come from Connecticut to visit for a few days. As we’d never met in person before, it was a little nerve-racking to make our first introductions at the airport. But on the way to pick him up from his late-night flight, I spotted a coyote crossing the street, and knew, somehow, that everything was going to go exactly as it should.
He recognized my vehicle as soon as he left baggage claim, tossed his suit case in the truck bed with Jude, hopped into the cab with me, and we took off toward the mini-farm.
The whole while, we talked about roadkill and taxidermy and the blog and whatnot. So I was not surprised when, as if on queue (wow, this happens a lot, doesn’t it?), my headlights suddenly illuminated a small furry figure on the side of the highway. I made a U-turn at the next safe spot, pulled over on the shoulder, crossed the grassy median in the darkness, and picked up the tiny coyote pup. It was hardly more than ten pounds, and was in excellent condition aside from some minor road rash on the paws. Rigor-mortise hadn’t even set in yet! We were both ecstatic.
But it was about 3:00AM by the time we go to HQ, so I helped jagdhunde settle in to the guest room, and hung the pup up in the shop so we could skin it the next day. We’re finally getting around to it now (it’s about halfway done, but I’m taking a break while the boys cook breakfast!), and will likely tan it up later this week.
Super happy to have been blessed with such a unique specimen, and to have such awesome company in the process! I’ve never handled a coyote so small before, and so while he does have coarse summer fur, I’m not complaining in the slightest! He’s being skinned for a lifesize, but will probably be rugged on account of the paw damage.
So, jagdhunde - happy to have you here, and I’m glad you were able to be a part of this little adventure! :D
Was walking Jude through the Saturday Market when this guy walked up to me and asked, “Is your wolf friendly?”
I stared at him for a moment, wondering if he was serious or if he just thought he was being funny. I quickly realized he was being serious, so I furrowed my brown and replied, “He’s a dog. And yes - he’s friendly.”
The guy stooped to pet Jude, who didn’t pay him much mind, and went on to say, “No, I’m pretty sure this is a wolf. I’m Native American, from the Wolf Clan, so I know a wolf when I see one.”
I stared at the guy again, thoroughly confused. He looked about as white as a canned water chestnut so I just suppressed a laugh, nodded, said, “Okay” and walked Jude away from him.
New award for “most absurd wolfdog encounter” goes to the white guy claiming to know more about wolfdogs than me on the grounds that he was “from the ‘Wolf Clan’ of Native Americans” so was automatically a wolf expert.
if i as a retail worker have to work with a dozen cameras pointed at me to deter me from stealing $10, cops should have to work with a camera pointed at them to deter them from arbitrarily maiming and killing people