In 1992 three naive, innocent, young lads joined together to form the greatest snow sculpting team ever.  They're names were Randy Tackett,  Bill Brown, and Mike Schubert.  They called themselves the "SNOW WEASELS". 
     The first year together everything went great!  The second year, however, they could sense trouble ahead.  Then one day something went wrong.  Terribly wrong!  Mike was horribly disfigured in a freak snow sculpting accident.  After months of seclusion and depression, Mike vanished.  He was never seen or  heard from again. 
     The following year George Harnish joined the "Weasels".  We sensed and achieved success right away.  Each year since we've gotten a little better.  As sculptors, as a team, and as people.
     January 22, 2000 tragedy struck the Weasels. On his way home from dropping off Bill at his parents, after a night of food and fun with fellow snow sculptors, Randy was hit head on by a drunk driver. His injuries were very severe... a broken jaw, several broken teeth, a partially paralyzed left arm, a shattered left ankle, a compound fracture of both bones in his lower right leg, several broken toes, and a torn aorta.
     It was a difficult time for the Weasels. With Randy in serious condition and unable to sculpt, the team faced a tough decision... to sculpt without the team elder or drop out of the competition. Finally, with a nod from Randy, the decision was made... WE'RE WEASELS, DAMN IT! WE SCULPT! But they needed a third sculptor... that's where Thom Davis comes in.
     Thom, a close friend of George, dropped everything in his life and stepped in for Randy at both the state and national competition.
     After months of recovery and support of friends and family, Randy is back and ready to sculpt! That's why this year -- 2001 -- is officially... THE YEAR OF THE WEASEL!
 
 

  WE ARE "SNOW WEASELS"!   HEAR US ROAR!!!! 

     To Mike and Thom, wherever you are, you are our brothers and  still WEASELS! 

  Once a "SNOW WEASEL", always a "SNOW WEASEL"