It's been a family thing to saw the front of the skull and then nail the horns to a garage rafter or some such place. A few plaque mounts around the house.
I can look at a set of antlers and recall the circumstances of the hunt. The where and when and conditions. Who was in camp and involved in the bull sessions around the campfire.
I've always sorta figured that as long as I'm alive, that buck is sorta immortalized--'cause your only immortality is in the minds of your family and friends.
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