This is a Western that I killed at least 30 years ago. It's been on my wall all that time. The head fell apart years ago. It was 52" long. It's pretty faded now and very brittle. I guess I need to get a fresh one one of these days. I skinned it and tacked it down to a board flesh side up then buried it in borax for a week to dry it.

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― George Orwell

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