The day I met Rick Baker, sometime in November 1973. I don't remember what the convention was. I bought the werewolf. $45 (my avatar). It later appeared in the Star Wars cantina, then disappeared for "the special edition". I felt like a chump (chimp?) for not buying the gorilla, but didn't know if I had the talent and resources for the rest of the body at the time, and I would have looked silly wearing just the head. My very first impression was how amazingly skillful he was with simple fur fabric, and that the animal masks in person seemed more like taxidermy than the typical Halloween stuff.