Giving Up My Ghost

It is the longest day of the year.  Nope - every day is 24 hours (sans days with correction seconds).
It is the day with the longest length of daylight of the year.  Maybe, but if it is really cloudy and/or rainy early or late in the day this might not be true.
It is the day where the sun is not below the horizon for the longest period of any during the year.  Correct.

The neighbor had a party yesterday.  As I was walking my dog past, I noticed the balloons, tinsel and a sign announcing a graduation.  I don't know the neighbors well enough to be invited which is just fine.  On seeing the sign though, a historic shudder went up my spine.  Even though I've lived in this house now for over three years, I recall the neighbors at my former house (the boys) having parties nearly every weekend accompanied by noise and unruly behavior a near guarantee.  The graduation party must have happened since I did see lots of cars parked in their yard, but never heard a peep.  Life is good here.

It is about four years now since I started to think about moving.  The hootenanny bar down the road from the old house had two weekends in a row where they hootenanny was really too much and this was coupled with a general inability to sleep; this is not a good combination.
As I occasionally did, I perused the MLS listings more out of curiosity than anything else.  The difference was, I could actually see something in some of the listings.  I knew real estate listings lie, but wanted to see what some of the listings within a certain price range actually looked like.  After doing some drive-bys and stopping at a few open houses, things were set in motion that led to 10 acres.

There have been a few surprises in the not-so-new house, but most minor.  Whereas I used to go to the big box home store every few weeks, and the smaller hardware store even more often, it is now pretty rare.

Both of my first two houses were old Victorians.  To be honest, while I see some benefits to the new house's open floor plan, I love the Victorian look.  Tall imposing ceilings, woodwork that is both ornate and understated.  Rooms are separated by walls and doors; as life was similarly compartmentalized in the 19th century.  A heaviness to the construction that ends in exquisite detail.  The Victorian Era is named for an English Queen, but it is the time period where The United States became more defined.
 "Europe was created by history. America was created by philosophy." - Margaret Thatcher

Both of my previous houses were largely utilitarian, with ornateness only in the rooms originally designed for receiving guests.  As with many other utilitarian structures, they had over a hundred years of "other people's bad ideas."

I don't believe in anything paranormal, but houses wear their history.  While preparing for increasing the insulation in my first house, I went up into the attic.  Despite limited access, previous occupants of the house had obviously used the attic for storage and along with the lath ceiling and years of dust and coal soot I found evidence of the previous lives.  A library card.  A letter requesting employment.  Newspapers and playbills.  Advertisements and magazine cut-outs used as children's doll-toys.  I researched the previous occupants of that house back through the years, until the early 20th century; prior to that, houses were cataloged by occupants names, not addresses so further research was not practical.
The former owners had owned the property for decades.  The woman who lived there died on or near the front porch.  I could hear and feel the history of the house, especially after I moved in.  So maybe there are ghosts, not as bodiless beings, but something we don't comprehend.  Those letters and newspapers were left there by someone and part of them remains.

In his book Giving up the Ghost, Eric Nuzum writes of a girl he saw in his house.  He ultimately attributes this to mental issues.  It was but maybe, just maybe...

Evidence of former owners was also found in my second house, but its history was more scattered since there were many more owners.  There were a few interesting tidbits found, but icky plastic curlers from the 70s and deteriorating hardware form the 50s was more prevelant.  The most interesting thing were the names scratched into nooks in the Victorian woodwork, the hisotry etched in a name on the windows.

While looking for a new house four years ago, the saddest ones to look at were those that had many recent sales.  Thankfully, the county records make finding this information easy.  Every sale seems to bring at least some cosmetic changes and these are not always done with longevity in mind.  In multiple sales, these feed off of the last to create a house that appears held together by a shoestring.

I'm glad the hootenanny bar prompted me to start to look at new houses.  No, the new house doesn't wear over a hundred years of history like a heavy cloak.  There was a small tin in the back acreage filled with playing-card sized paper, it appeared to be something secreted away by some previous boy so there is at least some history to build on, I can delude myself with that.  That history went into the sky as it was burned before I noticed it while cleaning up the acreage in preparation for farming though.
And when I'm honest with myself, geothermal central air conditioning, doors that all close with a satisfying click, and neighbors who have a party that I wouldn't know about if it weren't for some tinsel on the mail box is worth a lot more.

Hopelessly Complicated

It will never happen.  But, indecipherable complication never affected legal principles.  Lawyers write and revise indecipherable laws, meaning we need more lawyers to interpret and further create and revise - an ever expanding circle.

A few years ago I created a video which I posted on Youtube that included most of a popular song.  Shortly after uploading, I got a notice from Youtube that the video potentially contained content owned by someone else and was not available everywhere.  They removed the audio from the video, but informed me that the full video was available in a few obscure countries like Azerbaijan.
That started me down a rabbit hole of looking into what is legal and not legal with respect to Copyright.  As far as I can tell.  Nothing is legal.

"Nothing is true.  Everything is permitted."  Assassin's Creed

Since then, the situation seems to have improved somewhat?  I've had "Content ID Notices" from Youtube and they throw adds on the videos.  This seems fair enough, but despite hours spent reading what I can on Copyright law, understanding the legalities is impossible, pointless.

To be fair, Youtube has done a good job of creating several tools.  The words between the lines still leaves some ambiguity.  I'm not sure how to interpret, "If you're comfortable with a third-party claim on your video, no action is necessary on your part."

The US Copyright Office has a publication that tries to help.  I wonder if this document is copyrighted?

Wikipedia gives a summation of the history of copyright (and everything on Wikipedia is true).

If I had to guess, it goes back farther than this.

I may not be able to use the above image.  BUT!!!!!!!!!!  Maybe I can.  Since I am using the above image to make an educational point about the further complicated legalities and humor involved with a cartoon of a stone age man and a copyright symbol, the use of the cartoon likely falls under that of Fair Use.

And quoting from the US Copyright Office, "The distinction between what is fair use and what is infringement in a particular case will not always be clear or easily defined."

What I find most amazing about this situation are the automated tools for identifying potentially copyrighted content within seconds of posting.  According to Youtube, Content ID scans over 400 years of video every day.  That...is amazing.  

Basically, Youtube has created an automated version of the long-running TV game show Name That Tune and maybe even the never-created TV show Name that video.

Yet even more amazing is that record labels have the time to worry about this.  Scratch that, they don't.  Youtube has over 6 billion hours of video which equates to 684,000 years.  They just have to threaten Youtube and Google creates these amazing tools to scan, block, monetize, mute, etc.

The lunacy of worrying about some dork's personal video using a song in the background removes credibility from the whole situation.  In the several years I've had stuff on Youtube, my total viewership equates to less than 500 views; of videos which potentially may contain copyright material, it is far less than half of that.  An untold number are likely automated hits and not real views.

The situation is even more complicated than Youtube though.  From what I've been able to decipher, using a popular song in a work presentation could be prohibited.  Using a karaoke version might not.  Creating a photo montage for use in my living room might be allowed.  Including a popular song in a photo montage at a wedding reception could be prohibited.  Coincidentally playing a song while showing pictures on a video screen at a wedding would probably not be.  Posting a video of this coincidence online could potentially be prohibited.

And so, we are where we are.  It would be nice to be able to pay a nominal amount to legally use an obscure artist's creative work but the process to do so is ridiculous for the common dork; the cost a complete black box.  I guess Youtube has done us a favor by creating the legal limbo of monetizing videos.  Please click on the ads.

Disclaimers:
Anything stated or implied in this post is not an admission of legally or illegally using material which may or may not be copyrighted or may or may not be used under the principle of fair use.
This posting may contain material which otherwise may be copyrighted, links to copyright material and/or may be copyrighted itself.  However, I am unsure if the copyright is owned by the author or Google or both or neither. 

Taxidermy IS Art

Taxidermy is art.  Anybody who has eaten at the Texas Road House near where I live has seen what bad taxidermy looks like; which demonstrates that doing taxidermy takes the skill of an artist.  Like all art, there are poor and better examples.  And like some other forms of art, it makes some people uncomfortable.
While it might be even be a bit vulgar, taxidermy art is no more distasteful in the wrong place than statues of naked people or a bunch of silly squiggly lines on some canvas.  Taxidermy is also one of the most participatory art forms.  It is one thing to have a van Gogh displayed on the wall, but totally more personal if Monet paints the lily pads in your own pond.

I just got my pronghorn antelope back from the taxidermist in Wyoming.  It looks great and was quickly mounted on the wall in my living room.

I've about reached the carrying capacity of that room, with several other mounts in my home office.   The story behind my pronghorn is retold here.  It is worthwhile retelling the tales behind all of my taxidermy, as the personal story accompanies the art finished by the taxidermist.

"November" 2003

I had been deer hunting on the same farm in Owen County, Kentucky for several years.  This was probably some of the most deer infested property I've ever hunted, but the number of mature bucks was fairly low as due to some specifics of the area, poaching was endemic (heart breaking that a near twin to this buck was poached from the same property the following year).
Finding the property wasn't easy in the dark so I skipped hunting opening morning and drove down during that time.  I got there a little before noon and let myself into the "gentleman farmer's" house as he had given me the key instead of tent camping in his yard.  Even though the middle of the day isn't terribly productive, I didn't want to sit around the house so I nestled into a small thicket of prickers to sit until the evening when I was planning to move to a much better spot in a tree stand.  The thicket overlooked an open area containing a pond, pasture and a few oaks that had shed many acorns.  After a short amount of time, I saw a truck crest the hill of the property across the road, followed a few minutes later by the buck coming up the hill in front of me - likely pushed by the other hunters going to lunch.
My jaw dropped when I saw the deer and I was totally unprepared.  I got my gun up as quick as I could and before he disappeared into the woods.  At the shot, the only instant reaction was running, but he dropped within about 20-yards.
Being my first very large, 10-point, symmetrical deer it was very special and I am glad that my first taxidermy mount was such a great deer.

"Mr. Goofy" 2005

2004 was a very tough year.  Work was terrible and I almost got fired for taking time off for deer hunting (the work I was doing wasn't all that important, but my boss' attitude was something needs to be done, even if it is wrong).  For whatever reason, the deer hunting was also terrible that year.  It is the only year I didn't get a deer while hunting on the farm in Owen County, Kentucky, missing a decent buck which was one of the few deer I even saw that year.  After the season, I decided the next deer I shot would be mounted no matter what, assuming it would be a doe to go along with my gorgeous 2003 buck.
I was hunting with a friend on his newly acquired farm, also in Owen County.  Opening morning came cold with a threat of heavy rain.  As it got light a moderate 6-point stomped toward me; I could hear him 100 yards away.  As he rounded the bend in front of me he looked up at my ladder stand and turned inside out getting out of there.  A few hours later this spike deer came up.  After 2004, I wasn't going to wait and shot him seeing he was a large-bodied deer.  I trailed him down hill and found him near the road.  By any measure he is not a specimen animal.  However, he was definitely an older deer.  His pathetic mismatched antlers were likely due to poor eating, due to a massive overbite he had.  When I had him mounted, I made sure the taxidermist kept the overbite, and he also skillfully created the underside of his upper jaw.

"Carolina" 2008

I had been hunting hogs a few times before 2008:  first in Texas in 2005 and 2007 in South Carolina.  I shot two small (and I do mean small) ones in 2005.  In 2007 I didn't shoot any, but liked the place enough that I was in the same place in 2008.  It was the last day of the hunt and I still hadn't seen anything I could shoot.  The property being hunted is owned by the very wealthy descendants of one of America's "barron" families.  Hogs are hunted on the end of the property that they don't use due to it being heavily populated with hogs and very swampy.  The part of the property near their house was seeing significant hog damage, so Rick was asked to take a few animals from that area, and I was put in a ladder stand there on that last night.
Rick had told me I was likely to see a sow who was missing an ear with two litters of piglets.  True enough, a sow came out early in the evening with two litters of piglets (she was actually missing both ears).  It was both difficult and fun to watch them for a couple hours.  Watching piglets root and spar is something every hunter should experience at least once.  As it got darker, they left and a short time later I saw another pig come out.  I could tell by the coloring that it wasn't the same sow so I carefully brought my gun up.  It was dark by this time and hard to see, but I wasn't too far away.  The lack of light plus shooting offhand after being on a slightly uncomfortable ladder stand for hours made shooting more difficult than it otherwise would have.  The shot was true, despite needing a short trailing job and a finishing round from Rick's .40 (as penance, I later sent Rick a box of home-rolled .40s).  She was an enormous sow, and one of the other hunters in camp christened her "Water Buffalo".  She was probably also the wild hog with the most fat on them that I have shot over the years.
Being my first large hog after several attempts, I wanted to get her mounted.  I decided this after she was being skinned so there was some repair needed, but the taxidermist did a great job.  Many sows are mounted as boars with fake tusks, since sows and boars generally look the same.  This didn't feel right to me so I had her mounted as she was - a sow with a closed mouth.

"Blade" 2009

It was the second night of this hunt (I think) and I was sitting on a very swampy tree stand called the "Feed Lot" on the same property where Carolina was taken in 2007.  I had seen many deer but it was getting dark and the deer had all left.  I heard "stomping" through the muck and new it wasn't a deer before seeing this hog come into the area.  It was a classic, off the shooting rail, clean head shot and he dropped into the mire.  He flopped around a bit, but was dead before he hit the ground.
He didn't look all that large, but was deceptively heavy at 235 pounds.  As this was my first large boar, I knew I wanted to have him mounted.  While caping him for the taxidermist, my knife hit something odd near his spine.  After further work on the carcass, it was revealed that he had an arrowhead and piece of cedar shaft from a traditional hunter that had been in camp a few weeks earlier.  This hunter had thought he had hit a small sow however, not a fairly large boar.
While cleaning him up at the taxidermist's studio, his coloring became more evident.  He wasn't the classic mean black boar, but the range of blonde to brown to nearly black make him a very interesting wild boar mount.  I'm not sure if it is true, but the split hairs he has could suggest a significant amount of European (Russian) genetics.

"Manni" 2009

Bear hunting was on my must-do list for a long time and in 2009 I finally got the chance up in Manitoba, Canada.  I prepared for it as much as I could and anticipated this hunt more than most.  As often happens, the weather plays a role.  While the forecast for that May week I was to be there was for temps in the 70s, things changed quickly and temperatures dropped to freezing and below for most of the week.  There were several other hunters and in camp and none of us were completely prepared for the frigid temperatures.
The cold weather shut bear movement down considerably.  I had seen several bears, including three cubs with mom who stayed in the area for quite some time.  It was a magical experience.  Several guys were able to connect with good bears though.
It was the second to last night and while having the time of my life (the fishing was phenomenal), I really did want to get a bear.  I was on a stand called "Gas Can" that was nearly flooded due to recently passed rains.  I had been sitting most of the evening and the shadows started to play tricks on me as it got dark.  I said to myself, "I wish one of those dark spots would be a bear."  And, one of them was.  How such a large animal can stealthily move is a little scary.  I watched her for a while and knew she was a small bear.  But, being near the end of the hunt, I decided she would do.  One shot, a short run and he died just out of sight after clearing a large deadfall tree.
She was a small bear, but I was happy.  I had the taxidermy done by a large shop Winnipeg.  Small animals are harder to work with than large ones, but the job they didn't wasn't that great.  She is missing the spark that makes great taxidermy great.  But, as my first bear I 'm glad I got her mounted, even if she does look small compared to my other mounts.

"Snowball" 2010

A heinous snow storm was rolling in the day before I was to leave for hog hunting in 2010.  I got to work and tried to concentrate on my job, but kept turning to look at the radar and weather forecast.  Things continued to deteriorate.  When my boss got in, I told him I was taking the rest of the day off to get ahead of things.  After driving home and furiously packing, I left - forgetting a few things in the process.  After a night in a cheap hotel, I got to camp very early and was able to take a decent meat hog on an extra day of hunting.
The next evening we went out and I was sitting on the "hunt club" stand.  I saw many deer that evening until they all looked to my right before bolting away to the left as it got dark.  A few minutes later the reason why appeared in the form of what was obviously a large black boar hog.  He owned the area and slowly meandered around.  It didn't take long for me to get things lined up and hit him with head shot.  He dropped at the shot and flopped for a few seconds like hogs will do after being brained.  As it got dark, I got out of the tree stand and walked about half way up to him.  Seeing he was dead, I turned around to meet back at the rendezvous point.  We drove up to get him after everyone met up and he as gone.  Oh my.
This was one of the few real intimidating experiences I've had while hunting (the other being the sow bear with cubs with sitting staring at me from the base of my tree).  At this point it was absolutely pitch black and we were trailing a large boar into very thick brush.  Rick was a few yards ahead and saw him.  We heard two shots from his .40 followed by the slide rack, "Someone get up here and bring me a f*ing gun!"  Nathan handed Rick his .357 revolver.  Click.  Click.  "What the f* is wrong with this thing?"  I was carrying Rachel's Lady Smith which finished things quickly at that point.  Rick had forgotten to reload his .40 and only had two rounds while Nathan's "trusty" .357 had a bent firing pin.  Hauling out the very large boar was a lot of work.  My shot had been about as good as it gets, hitting the base of the skull and brain which should have dropped him instantly for good; it just shows what tough critters large hogs are.
While I already had a good boar taxidermy mount, this pig had it all.  Very woolly.  Huge head.  Giant shoulders, little tiny butt.  I had to have him mounted.  He was probably the fastest turn around taxidermy animal I've ever gotten since the taxidermist agreed to finish the mount quickly so that I could pick him up a few months later during my turkey hunt.

Turkey 2010

It was the second full day of turkey hunting.  We hadn't seen much the first day despite good conditions and made a ground blind of sorts at the end of a fence row point where we had seen two gobblers the morning before.  We got into the ground blind before light and waited.  As it got light we started hearing some turkeys including some gobbling.  Rick did only a little bit of lite calling, letting the decoys do most of the work initially.  Rick was pretty familiar with these birds and so was expecting them to come at us from behind us to the left and that was the way I was set up with my shotgun.  We could hear turkeys getting closer by the sounds of gobbling, and soon enough drumming as well, but it sounded like it was coming from the right.

With the sounds getting very close, Rick (who was on my right) whispered for me to peer around him to see if anything was there.  I stretched and craned my neck but couldn't see anything and told him so.  He looked out a little farther than I could and looked back at me, pissed off and tersely whispered, "He's right there!".

We watched the gobbler move slowly from behind us on our right in full strut.  It is best not to shoot a turkey in full strut as there is a strong likelihood of destroying a lot of the meat, if not the bird itself.  He told me to get my gun over that way which I did as smoothly and slowly as I could.  

"Are you on him?"

"My barrel is right by your head." I replied.

Rick looked to his left and whispered, "I've had worse."

"I need his head up."

He very, very softly touched his slate call, making just the slightest purr.  As he did this, the turkey's head jumped up, giving me the shot I was looking for.  A swarm of pellets came out of the gun.  The turkey flopped around a bit before it was all over.

Of all the hunting I have done, those few minutes with that turkey so close, trying to get my gun over at it, being close to Rick's head - those were some of the most exciting minutes of hunting I've ever had.

We dropped off the turkey at the same taxidermist that had finished my large boar from earlier in the year.  The taxidermist had chicken, and they were very interested in the turkey, even pecked at.  I was able to bring the turkey home the next year while wild boar hunting.

Bear 2011

This was my second bear hunt and at the same place as the first.  It was a totally different year and I had seen many bear, including a few really nice ones.  I was sitting on the same stand where the previous evening, another hunter was sitting just to take pictures as he had already gotten a bear.  He had seen and gotten a few pictures of a really big furry bear.

I didn't see much during most of the afternoon, but enjoyed being there.  It was right near the rapids on the river and the sound was somewhat mesmerizing.  As it was just starting to get dark, I saw a bear come out of the brush.  This may not make sense, but I knew it was a small bear; yet, for some reason I just thought at that moment I really should see a big bear.  I brought my rifle up and shot it.  As it ran away, I thought, "Gosh, I just shot another small bear."   

In all reality, the bear wasn't that small, but it wasn't even close to the biggest bear I saw on that hunting trip.  This trip occurred after moving to the new house, but before selling the old so money was a pretty real issue.  The hide was very nice and the bear looked good so I ended up deciding to have this one made as a rug.  My local taxidermist is a good guy and does great work, but he often takes quite a long time.  Treating the hide for bear rugs is something he sublets out (I was aware of this) but after my bear went out, the place that had it went belly up.  Eventually, my bear made it to another place for this, but the time between shooting the bear and getting it up on the wall was over two years.  However, the result is really nice.  And, if there is a silver lining to not shooting the biggest scratchiest bear in the woods, it is that a really large bear would not have worked well where I wanted to put this - on the wall over the basement steps.

So each of the taxidermy mounts I have had done have a great story behind them.  The mounts themselves are both the ultimate in participatory art and a reminder of great times I have had while hunting.  There are a couple more I would like to have eventually, but I will, of course, need to wait until after I hunt them, as buying taxidermy is like buying a portrait of someone else's child.  

I am not a trophy hunter though.  I have no interest in going after the biggest, freakishly large examples of any species that many hunters lust after.  What I am most interested in are classic, good examples of what the species looks like.  While I think a bull elk is majestic, or a moose is amazing, any kind of mount of them would overwhelm any room of my house.  So if I ever hunt elk or moose, it will likely be cow elk or moose.  All the fun and experience, and potentially more meat and less cost. 

Regardless of my or anyone's motivations, it really doesn't matter.  Taxidermy doesn't justify hunting and hunting doesn't justify taxidermy because neither really requires justification.

What taxidermy is though, is an art form where involvement is required that also serves as a great reminder of awesome adventures.