The zebra came to me from a friend who was a taxidermist, and went to Africa every year.
Hagan Thompson, from Las Vegas. Passed away a few years ago.
The story was, that a livestock truck was transporting zebras, and got in an accident, killing one of the zebras.
Hagan and his entourage rolled up on the scene, and Hagan asked if he could skin/cape the dead zebra.
They said okay, and here we are. We were visiting with Hagan regarding a deer mount, and my wife spotted the zebra rug, and had to have it.
Interesting side story: Hagan was a really funny and colorful guy. He (and wife) became friends with a retired stripper, who happened to be African American, and who got into hunting from back in her "work days" in Alaska.
Hagan took her to Africa at least once, maybe twice. Lot's of funny stories, but I've already taken this topic too far into the weeds.
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