I drink at least a cup of whiskey a day, it and the cigars are what keeps me looking so young and fresh.

DLH

You'll have to post your possum recipe Destry. Have never tried it. Roadkill coon(not to worry; it was still warm)is as close as I've gotten and, at my grandmother's hand, that stew was great.

Reading this stuff is way better than TV

I should have included in my last post: It was especially amusing as I had mounted the coon as one of my Northwestern School of Taxidermy projects(remember them in the magazines?!)and it was on the end of our long dinner table, teeth bared in a growl and with mis-aimed eyes that reminded me of a well-known comedian at the time... Marty something?? At some point my sister commented on how good the stew was and asked what it was made from.... I told her it was from my buddy glaring at her from the far end of the table and she stopped chewing and looked at it then put her hand over mouth and ran to bathroom to "toss her cookies"... or her coon to be more accurate, much to our amusement, of course. True story, that I remind her of at irregular intervals, most often during large family dinners to maximize the entertainment factor. It just wouldn't do to let someone forget such a pivotal experience in their life now would it? Little wonder she has a gun leaning in every corner of her house to keep the coons out of her chicken pen.... if you can't count on your family for support, who can you, eh?

Great story Richard. My Dad was also a grad of the NW School. His diploma hung proudly in our living room and remains a strong memory from childhood. He got into taxidermy when a boarder shot a "pet" squirrel on the homestead. He wanted to have it mounted and learned the art well. Many years ago, I passed through Omaha Nebraska and just had to visit the school.
Cheers,
Jack

richard thats a good storey...i too would never let my sister forget....i too started taking those courses from north west threw the mail..i believe it was north west at least it was some school..i got as far as doing some birds but dropped the corse..have regreted it several times...still got the growling coon richard.... charlie

I think the growling coon met his fate in the jaws of one of our dogs and ended up seriously shredded..... I took that as my "failing grade" for that particular piece of taxidermy work; the dogs never bothered my shrieking Coopers hawk....