Hot, damn hot, football, and hunting. Currently, we are smack dab in the middle of football and hunting seasons. Hunting is bigger than huge in my community. Hunting camps and gun safety courses are offered to children, we have quite the NRA chapter, and the annual Game Dinner feast draws scores of ambitious hunters from Louisiana, Mississippi, and Florida.
I married a hunter. A bona fide hunting, gathering, trailing, avid gun collector, "Babe, we need to buy more ammo", kind of hunter. Do I share his enthusiasm for slaughtering adorable warm fuzzies with antlers? Absolutely not. However, I will un apologetically mow over your grandmother to be first in line for his famous fried deer meat. Delish.
My sister and her boyfriend both share a love for all things hunting. Justin, her boyfriend, takes it beyond the kill, and offers his artistic talent of preserving game in trophy form, ensuring any Southern gentlemen bragging rights amongst his group of friends.
I suppose not too many people would consider taxidermy an art form. Oh, contraire. The detail Justin puts into every animal is so intricate and precise, only a skilled artisan of his caliber could resurrect these trophies into pre mortem form.
Justin is not only an artist, but an entrepreneur. His brand new deer processing and taxidermy shop is the new jewel of this communities' locally owned business. One reason I am so excited about his new shop is the unexplainable urge I have to make a giant pot of chili, and enjoy it while watching a college football game from one the metal picnic tables that reside inside the shop. I asked him if this would be acceptable, and much to my delight, this is part of the plan all along. I had to double check to ensure that the shop is not a "He Man-Woman-Haters Club". Yeah!
So, I can't wait to surround myself with the ones I love on a cold winter day, eating homemade (deer) chili, and watching a football game from the comfort and warmth only a taxidermy place can provide. Time to scratch this item off the ole bucket list.
Many blessings on your new venture, Justin. We are proud of you!
This is how I found my sister behind Justin's shop, today:
Just your everyday, average, hippo of the Texas variety:
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