i've been waiting for my bear rug for allmost 3 yrs now.it's become a joke,although one that's not very funny.he was shot on the last day of spring season in 07,just north of harrison lake.he was delivered to the taxidermist early the next morning for caping and fleshing(i was not confident in attempting the task my self) it was my first bear and extatic with him, especially after the taxidermist told me i'd bagged me a very good sized animal, with a tremendous coat and one that was cresting the peak of his existence.a christmas party was planned with the bear rug as the center piece in front of a roaring fire(i was told that it would take appr. 6 mths) needless to say the bear did not show.nor has he shown in the 2 christmas that have since passed, leaving a large group of friends thinking my great bear, is a bu$$shit story.
Tuner, who was the taxidermist? We want to steer clear of them.
The Rocky Mountains is the Marrow of the World
"Ain't this somethin'? I told my pap and mam I was going to be a mountain man; acted like they was gut-shot. "Make your life go here, son. Here's where the people is. Them mountains is for Indians and wild men." "Mother Gue", I says "the Rocky Mountains is the marrow of the world," and by God, I was right. Keep your nose in the wind and your eye along the skyline."
tuner would be a good idea to cut your losses in payments and take your hide back .im sure you will have no problem finding a taxi who can do a great job in a timely fashion.