I ate some pronghorn leg meat for dinner tonight, only 9 hours after I killed my pronghorn. As expected, it was the best damn meat I've had in a long time, and the fact that I have 40 pounds of it makes me extremely excited! I won't be making much sausage or burger with it, mostly because I'll have absolutely zero room in my freezer after I somehow pack 40 more pounds of meat in it, on top of the remaining 135 pounds of my pasture-raised, family owned beef. Instead, I'll have plenty of pronghorn stew, which I'm excited to experiment with. 

The hide and the skull will be my first hide and skull I've ever worked with alone. I've cleaned other bones and skulls, but nothing as large or as fresh as the skull I have now. The hide will be an experiment in itself. I will only salt it. I want a wall mount, not a rug or a blanket. Pronghorn fur falls out extremely easily, and moving it around will only make it shed worse. My mom won't let me stuff a pronghorn head in my freezer, even if I have room, so I have to clean the skull and stiffen the hide at my grandparents'. Luckily they agreed to let me boil the skull in the garage, and may even take me to the car-wash to powerwash some of the meat off. Otherwise, I'll have to use tools and take more time cleaning hard-to-clean cavities. 

The skull will make a nice shelf-piece, and I have a perfect spot on my bedroom wall for the hide. Pictures and more stories are coming up!

By the way, here's a picture of Doug I found on the Outdoor Buddies website. Rest in peace, buddy.