When I was an apprentice it was my job to clean the elks teeth to
make necklaces and earrings for the hunter’s wives. I mean hell, you
can’t hardly love a woman more than that.
I would soak them in hot water and scrape the flesh off. Then the
nastiest part was grinding the tops to make them easier to set. The
smell of grinding teeth. Mmmmm. It sticks with you for the rest of
the day. My cousin Eddy the dentist says, insert Louisiana accent
here…" I luuuuv that smell. To me that’s the smell of money
honey!" After grinding a good scrub with baking soda and then I’d
polish with Zam. It does a dandy job.
That reminds me I have to make a mounting for a cat’s fang for my
sweetie Tim. Why? 'Cause I love him that much.
Have fun and make lots of jewelry.