My brother brought home a magazine from an adventure he went on down in southern arizona for me. He found an article about a jaguar that had been found in that area, a rare occurence due to things like the fence on the mexican border. In the article was the team of dogs that had trapped the jaguar for the scientists. And I had one of those dogs living with me at the time. Coonhounds have always been a love of mine, ever since I read my favorite book, Where The Red Fern Grows, at the age of nine.
I was taking a sculpture class at the local community college, and we were supposed to do one in soapstone and metal. The metal one went to the scrap yard, but this one I kept. As I started sculpting it, I saw a cats head, and wanted to replicate it with the stone to represent the jaguar. I thought it would be cool. Well, as things would have it, the stone had another idea. Half way through the project, I realized it looked a lot more like the dogs in the pictures than the cat. I finished it as it should have been. My dog was dumb as a box of rocks, sweet as molasses, and borderline wild. A good subject for me to sculpt. I’ve never seen a jaguar. $420 obo.