My great grandfather passed away when I was about 10 years old. Sometime after the funeral I was talking with my great grandmother and she told me to help myself to a pile of old deer racks up in the attic of their garage. Most of these deer were harvested in the heyday of mule deer hunting and there were a lot of big bucks in that pile. I pulled the two biggest racks out of the bunch, the biggest was a 9X10 beast, 37" wide trashy non typical, the second was a 5x6 36" wide typical frame with in line points. Both bucks where huge and I was happy and proud as hell to have them. I took them home and stored them in my parents garage, till I could afford to have them mounted and had a place of my own to hang them. About the time I turned 20 I moved out and got a place of my own. One day I stopped by my parents home to collect the racks and take them to my new house. I looked all over that garage but they were gone! About that time my mom came out and asked what I was looking for. When I told her I was looking for the two big deer racks she got a worried, nervous look on her face and told me she had thrown them away about a year ago. Needless to say I was sick to my stomach. I just about came unglued, I couldn't believe she had thrown them in the trash! She never knew how much those old racks meant to me, to her they were just a pile of bones taking up space. If my mother wasn't such a wonderful woman who put up with a lot of grief from me through my teenage years, I would of had a hard time forgiving her. I got over it though, but I still wonder to this day who the lucky garbage man was! Save those old racks, or give them to someone (a kid, like stated above) who will appreciate them.
and he was looking at me like he didn't give crap lol. He's a good guy who has never shyed away from a favor so I didn't mind. Given a few away to relatives also. I could NEVER take a sawzall to them!
