Anyway, as I was saying, sometimes things don't always work the way you plan...take yesterday for example. I was going to mow the pasture (get started on the job at anyrate). Instead, I ended up finding out that I can drive the Caddillac afterall, and butchering the rest of my chickens. I had ten left, a coon having gotten in and massacred the other seven. With a little help in deciding from my Mum, I figured I might as well butcher the remaining ones so I didn't just feed them to the coons.
Nevertheless...I decided that I shall keep right on trapping and killing coons. That way when I get more chickens (which is the plan--after I get a better coop), I won't have to worry about them as much.
I made a spur of the moment decision either last night after I went to bed, or this morning before I crawled out of bed, that I was going to skin and tan the hide of the next one I caught. There were several factors leading to that--first, I just thought it would be neat if I could, second, I've been asked if I were going to make a coonskin cap out of any of them, and third, I got told yesterday that I am a "jack of all trades"--to which I responded, "I try to be!" Somehow, all those illogical reasons compounded into a nutty desire to skin out and tan a coon...
I haven't the supplies to finish the job (yet), but the coon is now skinned and the hide safely tucked in the fridge. *Warning...if you think coons are "cute" and "adorable" and "innocent" don't look at the following pictures. If it helps any, the thing didn't smell sweet. (My hands still smell rather "coonish".)
I sharpened my knife before I started, but by the time I got done, it needed to be sharpened again.
Now, I'm off...I'm doing the grocery shoping today (both human and bovine)...so I have a busy afternoon in store. See ya!