I've had a muskrat, full-head sporran since the late 1970s. I don't know who made it and I bought it from a long-gone Scottish shop in London, Ontario owned by the late bass drummer Duncan Gibson, then a bandmate of mine. I love it and it's usually a hit whenever I wear it, but I've agreed to pipe next month at a celebration of life for one of this area's most well-known and activist animal lovers. I think perhaps I'd better wear just a plain leather sporran for that gig. Looking into the beady eyes of a dead muskrat adorning my kilt might just be too much for such an animal-loving group to bear.