Great question, huh? You ask Dagwood and he’d probably say his kitchen or to be more precise, he’d say behind the door of the fridge. Anyway it seems to be where we have the things that we have the greatest memories of. Course to some it is where they hang their objects they can brag about.
Here about 6 - 7 years ago I built a 16 x 16 room unto our house and called it the sun room. It evidently is the most comfortable room in the house because the computer is now in there and when its just Sue and I, we eat in there too. I’ve also come home and caught here ironing or folding clothes there. The other day my brother-in law came through and looked around and says, “so this is the trophy room, eh?”. I looked around and had me a good chuckle. There are four sets of deer horns, a set of elk horns, and one fish. I would suppose if any could attain to trophy statis considering size, it would have to be the fish. I’ve got a few larger ones at my office but these are the ones that I have a real fondness for, some that have created the most pleasent memories for me.
view of gable end trophies.
On the gable end of the room, from left to right is a wierd mule deer, the lake trout, and my one and only little 8 point white tail. This last one is the one I’m going to raise to trophy statis for you. If deer horns can be cute, he is that. You can’t talk of mass, or width or hieght or point numbers, he’s just cute. He found his way to my wall of fame back eight years ago when I got a tag for a white tail unit here in Idaho. Ed, my father-in-law , and Tom my youngest son, went along, they thought to enjoy the hunt and I thought so they could help pack meat. Come to find out we were all right. The second morning found me down in a deep hole when I jumped a passel (do they come in passels?) of deer and as I watched them go out around the ridge I could not see a horn among them. Then I looked back and there standing in a ray of sunshine in the trees was this little buck about 150 yards up the hill. He had no clue what the commotion was all about and was trying to figure it all out when I put my brand on him. To this day I can still see those horns, small as they were, shining in the sun light, just awesome. Anyway I made my way up to him and started the job of reducing him to steaks and roasts while I waited for my packers to make there way down to where I was. Because this was all new country to us and it was heavily timbered, Ed had the forsight to mark the way down to the deer with yellow ribbon. I was most grateful for this as I had no idea where I was in relation to the pickup where abouts. We put meat in their packs first so they could start back up the hill while I finished up the job. I had my head down working when they took off so I didn’t notice till they were out there about 30 yards that they were going off at a right angle from the direction they had come. So I hailed them down and asked them why they weren’t following their trail of yellow ribbons. They kind of looked at one another then at me and says, “we can’t find them”. It was about then I remember I was looking at two of the most color blind guys there is and to tie yellow ribbons on green trees was a complete loss to them. I told them to hang tight till I was done then I could help them out. They had done a great job in placing them, but I’ve always wondered what they were thinking when tying them on when they couldn’t tell the difference between tree and ribbon.
So those are just a few of the memories that come from those little buck horns - and to me he’s a trophy of great memories. By the way guys, it was Sue that labeled them cute, but I did have to agree.
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That is a great room and your fish is very impressive!
I loved your story about the ribbons and your color blind hunters. My brother-in-law is also color blind and he doesn’t see red and green very well. We were up hunting one day and he thought he had hit something so after he had looked for awhile he called us in to help. We asked him if he had seen any blood and he told us he had no idea because of his color blindness. Eventually we found his arrow with no blood at all, I still wonder what he was looking for before he called us in to help.
Very cool, and ditto re the color blind story.
Boyfriend and I don’t really have a trophy room per se - well, actually, it’s like yours, a room that started with another purpose and is evolving to contain some of the relics of our hunts.
Maybe I’ll post about that someday - man, you’re good for all sorts of inspiration these days!
Love the room and view! Our trophy room is in every room of the house.
A little whitetail is much better than no whitetail, which is what I have.
Our trophy room is our living room - we’re about out of wallspace I wonder where it will go next!