Getting a Head

According to the dictionary (yes I looked it up in an actual book) a trophy is: “something symbolising victory or success” and under b: “A mounted fish, animal’s head, etc.” It’s also a rather weird thing to do. I do occasionally go the the local Elks club, a fraternal organization devoted to something (I think it involves beer), and displaying lots of its’ namesake beasts.

This elk seems to be giving a bit of side-eye, meant perhaps as a bit of reproach for his untimely demise. He is tastefully situated on a fake lodge wall, that’s not a real mantle under him.

This elk is in a much plainer setting. Staring straight ahead he seems to be either sad or indifferent to to goings on in the room.

Now this elk was more of an actual trophy, with fine 12 point antlers, he was a lovely specimen in life. However, the way that he is mounted gives him a look of surprise. (It shouldn’t have been a total surprise, didn’t he notice that hunter creeping up on him? Maybe not).

And then there was this fellow, laying down on the job. From the looks of it, he has been around for a number of years, so perhaps this is understandable, sometimes one just needs a break. And if this is on display at the “Elks”, I worry about what is stuffed and mounted at “Modern Woodmen” another fraternal organization. 😉

Dino for a day

Everyone who was ever a little kid knows how fascinating dinosaurs are. Giants who once ruled the earth, now extinct (maybe) and existing only in imagination, what’s not to like about them? So I spent a day indulging my love of these prehistoric beasts.

The local dinosaur museum does not have any actual dinosaurs, but it does have rather a lot of bones, including my personal favorite pteranodons. (Dear other dinosaurs, yes I love you too).

The museum is located in a mountain town, up the pass, a gateway to tourists seeking the great outdoors.

This dino is much closer to home, in fact, it’s right in my neighborhood. All lit up for the holiday season, I decided that I must pay these dinos a visit.

How serene a scene.

It was a cold night and I was almost alone with the beasts, freely wandering among them.

What’s more adorable than a newly hatched baby dino? I guess my secret is out, these dinos are part of a miniature golf course. And I did get a hole in one, so now I am part of the tribe.