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November 18, 2005

Coyote Ugly

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Cabela's, the World's Foremost Outfitter of Grizzly-Men, apparently unaware that mammal carcasses are not worn this season, offers, I kid you not, this extraordinary millinery in their Christmas catalog. The "hat," which consists of an entire dead coyote, is "the perfect gift for rendezvous black-powder re-enactment enthusiasts."

Whatever the heck that is.

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I do Rendezvous Black Powder Re-enactments. You basically recreate the mountain man rendezvous camp-outs. Which means, dressing up in period clothing, carrying alot of weapons, living in tents and cooking out of dutch ovens and on open fires. It's really REALLY fun. And there's alot of drinking and guitar playing if you feel so inclined.

I'd like that picture better if it were a live coyote, and it wasn't so much draped over MegaFlannelMan's shoulder as latched onto his jugular.

It's like the SCA, but with black powder rifles.

Judging from the guy in this photo, I need to get my husband's modeling career launched, pronto. He's got the physique, and he's got the flannel. He can grow the face grizzle. And if we need to provide his own dead coyote hat, well...at least I know where to get 'em.

I don't know whether to laugh at or cry about that photo. Norbizness has summed up the sentiment nicely.

Nor do I have the energy to comment on the activity of black powder re-enactments. The brilliant first lines of Marx's Eighteenth Brumaire come to mind: "Hegel remarks somewhere that all great world-historic facts and personages appear, so to speak, twice. He forgot to add: the first time as tragedy, the second time as farce."

Miriam, I didn't expect to run into other blackpowder shooters this way!

I have a Hopkins & Allen .36 underhammer rifle (which means I can shoot it left or right handed). I started shooting as a kid with my dad, and used to clean up tournaments in British Columbia where I grew up.

The blackpowder crowd in the Okanagan Valley was a truly delightful, down-to-earth group of people. I always thought it was a shame that I was one of the only girls/women involved in shooting, and wondered why more women didn't get involved.

Please read all of the above comments recognizing that gun culture and politics in Canada are extremely different than in the US.

I love that the item description in their catalogue touts it as "a conversation starter at any gathering".

No kidding. The children will be screaming, PETA members will be throwing their soup on you and the rest of the neighbours will huddle and 'converse' about you all night.


I just googled this black powder thing, and found a list of Camp Rules for a re-enactment which included this howler: "No fighting. This includes domestic disturbances."

http://www.rockymntnatlrendz.com/rules.html

Also, just to chime in with agreement- gun culture is a totally different thing up here.

(99% of)Gun owners aren't frightening, they're just your neighbours and farmers and guys(/some girls) who like to do shoot competitively.

Even our hunters do much less of the trophy variety of killing and instead are feeding their familes.

I heart Canada.

You could wear this while admiring your antler chandelier, also purchased from Cabela's.

It looks like it's humping him. Zombie coyote yiff!

...ew.

Sister Mary Doghair Explains It All To You.

Somehow I can't make it go away from my brain, the image of the neighbors' yappy poodle replacing the coyote. Rhinestone collar and all. Let's see the rest of the campfire set figure out the internal resonances of that one.

You haven't lived until you've wandered around a Cabelas store - think 5 acres ( I kid you not) of taxidermied animal (including bison, lions, bears....), trout stream running through the floor and more guns, fishing and camping gear than you can imagine. truly surreal. .

I believe it may be the perfect gift for the man who literaly has everything; including the ass end of a deer hanging on his wall.

Truly disgusting.

Hmmm, Shaula, you just cleared up a mystery.

My brother looks like MegaFlannelMan AND he's setting up to marry a woman out of the Okanagan. This is after having dated several women from that region. Ain't the internet grand.

I guess them gals up there like their bears.

My husband has a cousin who looks like megaflannelman, and that whole guy-end of the family goes hunting every year. Of course they eat what they hunt, they don't wear it or hang it on their walls (thank goddess) and my husband doesn't indulge in any of that shooting, killing, etc. jazz, he just goes along for the male bonding type stuff. But that particular picture/concept/whatever is truly bizarre.

On a more pleasant note, glad to hear that you can once more ingest a taco or two, at whatever price, Twisty!

I just did a program on Great Horned Owls for the Ohio Wildlife Center, and it might be wise to tell this guy that Great Horns have been known to swoop down and attack people wearing fur caps.

I just don't understand why someone would want to wear something that looks like a coyote is humping his shoulders and head.

Doesn't this defeat the purpose of those bright orange safety vests, or that nice bright red flannels?

Why is the balladeer's voice from the movie soundtrack for "Jeremiah Johnson" playing in my head? And is it wrong that I'm a little turned on by the photograph?

isn't it kinda like cheating to buy your dead animal headgear from a catalog? if mr. flannel was truly an manly macho guy-type mansome man, wouldn't he need to make his own? just asking....

I literally do not know what to say about that photo.

I keep hearing the banjo from Deliverance.

The coyote hat and the 'fauxliage' leafy camo coveralls would be quite the statement at your Thanksgiving dinner.

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