Andysdad

I spent part of my childhood in Kalispell Montana and since my dad was a deer hunter he had some hides made into jackets for my brother and I. Not long after the jackets were completed, we moved to Chicago, where the 'strange clothing' became an object of bullying, and I stopped wearing my jacket. The jacket was fringed and was made entirely of hides even the buttons. A wonderful garment, but I have no idea what happened to it.