Diamond Tooth Taxidermy

Exquisite Taxidermy Art and Design

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About Beth Beverly


I am a State and Federally licensed taxidermist who graduated from the Pocono Institute of Taxidermy in 2010 with high marks. I have a deep respect for this craft and those who strive to preserve it.

It is my pleasure to work on any trophy mount, be it a shoulder, life-size, rug, or fish.

I accept custom orders for fantasy mounts, wearables, and bridal hair pieces.

Sculptural mounts and hats are available for rental provided they are in stock at time of inquiry.

Contact me describing your wish and I will be delighted to make it so.


Diamond Tooth Taxidermy Blog:



"Sometimes it's nice to hunt for it."

I woke up to some heavy snowfall today; it took over an hour to get to school.  I drove like a granny behind a tractor-trailer who speeding along despite skidding twice.



This is the crossing guard I pass daily.  I have an obsession with school busses and crossing guards up here; it's such serious business.  Each day he gets out there, sets up his road flares, dons his reflective vest and LED light strands, and waves us on with his glow-stick.  It's like driving through a rave every morning.







We worked on our Buffleheads; here is mine with the inverted skull. I'm getting really good at cleaning them out.  The little bits of stuff you see is sawdust, from the tumbler.







Here's the completed mount; I put her in a grooming pose to add a little variety to my repertoire.







I look at this sticker on the fridge every day when I go to retrieve my lunch and only just realised that it's a joke.







I had a quiet evening of reading and was in bed by 8pm.

"Hard to be humble."

Today we finished airbrushing our fish, and it was probably the most challenging day for me.  What's really touching though, is how the instructor and the other student could sense how frustrated I was and made repeated attempts to cheer me up.  The were genuinely upset that I was upset.  I mean, these people really care about me, someone they've only known for four weeks.  I care about them as well; it occurred to em the other day that Mr. B and Ms. R are the only two people I interact with  mondays-thursdays.



Since we're blowing through the curriculum at such an accelerated pace, we decided to mount an extra water-fowl.  I used one of the Buffleheads gifted to me from a fellow taxidermist; a hen.  She was riddled with beebees, and I have to perform surgery on her broken leg and wing:











Delicately fusing bones beats airbrushing fish any day, if you ask me.



When I got home that afternoon I took a stroll back into the woods to see if the deer carcass was still there.  Nope.  Completely gone.  I decided to venture farther back though, and here's what I saw:







For my husband:







Although there wasn't a beaver in sight; clearly they've been active back here.







Behind the house is a hill that opens up into a large  expanse of land.







The view is glorious.







Farther up, there are more woods.  I walked down the trail a bit, but it started to get dark and the leaves were slippery so I headed back.











I went back to the cabin, took a bath and read "Good in Bed" (which I really didn't want to like but wound up loving.  Any female who has struggled with body image issues should read this book.) with a glass of wine.
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