Got a cougar a few years ago, my first big game animal.
A few weeks after I boiled the skull (another funny story) I was pulling into the driveway after work. I saw some white or pink jagged thing on the ground and didn't think a lot of it. Probably a chewed up Frisbee that the dogs leave laying all over the place, so I try to avoid running it over, but I don't put that much effort into it.
Miss it with the front wheel. Back wheel comes around.
[Crunch]
"WTF was that?"
Get out of the truck and the smell hits me.
"Ah yes, boiled cougar skull!"
I had it sitting in a tub or something by the side of the garage, and a raccoon or stray cat must have tried to drag it home and quit halfway across the driveway.
So that's why I don't have a Euro mount cougar skull.
But before that:
I'm boiling this skull out in the yard a few weeks earlier.
Don't really know what I'm doing, boil it a bit, scrape it a bit, cram a stick in the brain and stir it around, pull some meat off I guess?
Very disgusting smelling, so I'm making sure to hang out upwind of the thing. Dogs love the smell because they're dogs.
Pluck the eyeballs out into the pile of brainmeat trash and go to put the skull back in the pot.
Walk away the other way because of the breeze. Come back in a minute.
The eyeballs are missing from my nasty pile.
Dog is about 10 feet away and gets that guilty look on her face.
"You're not fooling me Della doggy,
Your smile is a thin disguise,
but I thought by now you'd realize:
There ain't no way to hide those lion eyes!"
