Knucklehead the Possum Skull.
I picked this guy up on the side of the road a couple of years ago. I got it mainly because the skull seemed pretty intact but the belly was busted open and very rank. I drug it home on a nasty icy and rainy day and started skinning it behind my shed. And then my offal and blood covered knife slipped and I sliced off a good part of my knuckle.
It bled like crazy for ages but I stuck my finger in a bottle of rubbing alcohol for a while and kept an eye out for infection and it healed up fine. I have a nice scar on my finger though. And a nifty skull to show for my pain and suffering, haha!
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My Dad and I set up a trail camera over at his house last week. He feeds the critters at his place and we wanted to see who all was stopping by for dinner. These were all taken in one afternoon/night. Turkeys, red fox (there were a ton of pictures of him), possum, raccoon, and whitetail doe.