I’ve never skinned more than a knee but John Henry slipped gracefully from philosophy to the job at hand.

The coyote was stretched across an old wire spool, the wooden kind the phone company uses. “I like to skin mine out lying on their side. It takes me ten or fifteen minutes per hide.”

After the fur is separated from the carcass, John Henry puts it in to the washing machine outside his front door. As the fur is churning… Continue reading →