Taxidermists help preserve memories

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

I'll never forget the first time I stepped foot in a taxidermy studio. At 12 years old, my dad and I were delivering a 6-pound bass I had recently caught. I was so excited to have that fish mounted. The idea of finally having a trophy on the wall was like some sort of magic ticket of arrival. I figured that with proof of my competence displayed in a place of prominence, perhaps my mentors and peers and would look at me in a more esteemed light.

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