Originally Posted By: Rocket Red
I told my wife to take me to the taxidermist and have a skin mount done, because she'll never bag another moose like me.


Reminds me of way back when . . .

"tan me hide when I'm dead, Fred;
tan me hide when I'm dead;

so we tanned his hide when he died, Clyde;
that's it hangin' on the shed."

Organ donor here also, cremation and ashes in the Skagit River.