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:

Day Two

We started the day off skinning deer heads; the two which belonged to the other student in fact.  We put the capes in the back room, salted them, and left them in a pile with the other skins to be sent to the tannery.

We then began working on our own pheasants.  Mr. B gasses the pheasants so the skin and feathers remain flawless, but it renders the meat inedible.  I'm dealing with the guilt of knowing this animal died just so I could make art out of it, and nothing more.  My morals are somewhat compromised but it's a sacrifice I'm willing to make for this education.  As I scrape meat off the bird skull with my fingernails, the smell of Dead permeates my nose and I force myself to like it.  I've never been too intimate with my meat, and in the past I've only used scalpels to cut specimen-never my bare hands.  I try to drink coffee while I work in a bizarre attempt to condition my stomach.  We learned today that when a skin isn't fleshed out and salted quickly enough the rot takes over and it really starts to stink.  These capes are called "spooks" and will taint the other skins.

Mr. B calls me "girl" when he comes by to check on my progress, always with a smile.  I think he has a soft spot for young women, particularly those who are easy on the eyes, so I embrace it.  I'll even be so bold as to say I might remind him just a bit of his granddaughter, whom is the apple of his eye.  He's also generous with the positive feedback which, in a scholastic setting, I am not accustomed to.

I rigged up my hoop in the barn when I got home, so I can practice aerials during the week.  Plus, I'm nowhere near a gym and the terrain isn't ideal for running outdoors, so this will basically be my sole source ofexcercise.  Unfortunately by the time I figured out what beam to use as a rigging point, and how to get up there, then actually hung it, it was too dark to use.  I went inside and did some yoga in front of a fire insteadwhile I watched "Donkey Skin" on DVD.  It's the only movie I brought up with me, and it has inspired me to only speak seulement en francais while I'm alone in the cabin with the cats.
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