Dad's buck...home at last.


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At some point weather it be when your old or young there was a hunt that Indoctrinated you into the brother/sister hood of hunting.

My indoctrination happened when I was 8 and living in Wyoming. My dad took me antelope hunting on our ranch, where we would ride horseback and try to sneak up on this buck. To this day I can remember just about every detail of our successful outting. I also remember that I was to blame for the skull cap being broken when the horns were being cut out.

Well, for nearly thirty years these horns have hung in one barn or the other. I have alway thought it would be nice to do something with the horns when I could afford it. This spring I decided it was now or never so I took them in. This afternoon I went and picked up the mount. It made me get all misty when I saw it.

Well here he is. He has never been scored nor will he ever be, but even after of hanging in a barn for all those years he a very respectable buck.

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