I filled my deer tag this morning and decided that this buck is a real trophy.
He certainly won’t be noted as a Boone & Crockett record muley, but he’s a trophy to me because his meat is valued.
He’s a trophy to me because it took a winning strategy to outsmart him and get close enough for a shot.
He’s a trophy to me because a bullet in the heart represents many bullets spent in practice.
He’s a trophy to me because all the sweat, time, and miles in the world don’t necessarily guarantee a harvest.
He’s a trophy to me because he’s a trophy to my kids.
He’s a trophy to me because his antlers will memorialize the blessing of success, the feeling of accomplishment, and the abundance of memories for years to come…and isn’t that what trophies are meant to do?