The lamp is made from the hub of an old, old, old wagon wheel. Mary Emmerling's American Country West book shows a couple of lamps just like this, so I was happy as a wide-hipped cowgirl to find this one at a preview of a garage sale.
Now please read on while I rant...I mean talk about my butt again.
http://thedomesticfringe.wordpress.com/ said "This is perhaps the funniest wall decoration I've seen. I'm laughing right now. I can't believe you bought it! I thought it would be the kind of thing that your husband would bring home and for the sake of your marriage, you'd let him hang it, but NO, you bought this "piece of art." How interesting. At least your kinda famous for it."
First of all, let me say thank you for the comment, Fringegirl. I love comments. Jump over there, you guys, and read and laugh and comment on her stuff.
And since Fringegirl's blog today is about confessions, I want to confess here and now why I bought that dadburn deer butt.
Hunters in Texas are always saying they hunt to cull the deer herds. And I so agree with that. An unculled herd overpopulates the land, which leads to overgrazing, starvation, and disease. As reponsible Texans, we must hunt - whether it be deer, turkey, geese, hogs, whatever!
My objection is when the hunter "culls" by taking the most beautiful, the strongest, the healthiest buck, which just happens to have a wonderful set of antlers. The hunter passes on the deer that need to be culled. I know, I hear how the weaker deer will die off on their own without your help, and that's probably true. But I want the hunter to be honest about why he's hunting that big buck with the great rack.
Hence, I refuse to place a deer head with horns on my wall. They're ego pieces. My butt isn't an ego piece. It's just my butt.
I'm stepping off my soapbox now. ReBUTTal all you want in the comments.