ORIGINAL: Dubbya
I picked up my "rattling antlers" and immediately went back to November 17th, 1996.
That was my 8th birthday
About five years before my grandpa passed away, my father and my grandpa went on an Elk hunt in Colorado together. My grandpa shot a nice 5x5 elk. When they got back, my dad made him a ring out of the ivory (i'll post pics when I go home from school). After my grandpa passed, my grandma and dad decieded to give me the ring to always remember my grandpa. I wear it around my neck everytime in the woods.