It's a long story but the short version is that a good friend of mine sent a deer head in a box to my office — sort of like in the movie Se7en — because my 6 year-old son really wanted a rack on his wall. My friend happened to be up in Minnesota hunting when I mentioned it to him and next thing you know, I've got a deer head that quickly needs to be dried out or whatever and mounted.
I personally don't hunt deer because I really only like venison when it's made into jerky and I just couldn't eat an entire deer's worth in a lifetime. But this deer had already met it's maker and the rack was going to go to waste so I was happy to accept the deer head box. As soon as I opened the box, I realized the clock was ticking and I needed to get this thing to a taxidermist.
I assumed there would be quite a few around but I could only locate one, about 45 minutes out of Charlotte, way out into the country. It was a really nice drive and the taxidermy studio was absolutely amazing. This work of art was the sign off the highway that Tommy of "Tommy's Taxidermy" used to drum up business from anybody driving past with a deer head in a box.
This photograph was captured with a Sony a6300.