I agree to a point. Memories are all an old fart like me has. I can remember all my hunts since the 50's.

However, I don't need to look at a head to remember them.

I grew up in a Christian home. My dad taught me to enjoy the hunt, and the goal was to feed myself and others. That's why animals were put on this earth. To feed us.

The trophy is the hunt itself, and enjoying the meat. In my eyes, the head on the wall is just bragging. Unless...........you were the only one to ever see it. Which is never the case. I've left some good looking racks on the ground over the years. I've never regretted it.

I'm just being honest with how I feel. I don't expect very many to agree with me.