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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