So, a week ago Friday, Cody was able to get his buck’s horns back. He had a local taxidermist do a European Skull Mount.
He realized, sometime after he had dropped off the horns and before he picked it up, that he really hadn’t had a chance to check out the horns. He’d been in a rush to get out of the woods before it got dark. Then, he made quick work of getting it the meat into the cooler. Then, of course, we made a mad dash to the house since we needed the cooler space. We dropped off the horns fairly early that next morning.
As he looked at the pics I’d taken, he was finally able to study the horns on his buck. . . but it wasn’t the same as being able to see them in person. So, Friday, he spent some quality time with his horns- and the horns of deers past.
It was often hard to have a conversation with him- I’d find him staring off into the dining room looking at his horns. I think the fact that he shot a buck was such a shock and then to see just how wide and tall the buck was became yet another shock.
Truth be told, the horns were so wide that it was hard to get a good shot of them from our dining room.
Cody has spent the last week proudly showing off his horns to all of his friends. I suppose his joy has gotten to me. . . I’ve told him to hang them on my fireplace. . . and if you’d have told me even a year ago that I would be saying that now, I’d say no-way. But, I just feel like that’s where they should be