Taxidermy and tragedy
Each time John Kosec's mother, Gretl, opened her freezer, she had no idea what would be staring at her. There were ducks. There were fish. There were squirrels. All frozen, all mixed in with her vegetables.
The critters came mostly from the Mississippi River bottoms in Hastings, where her son spent as much time as he could. What was he doing with them? At the youthful age of 12, he was beginning his career as a taxidermist.