NMElkaholic..........
that's pretty darn cool adding the does to the wall. looks great.
Frikin' showoff!
Just hope I can show off half that someday.
Watts
Elkstuffer
I know you hunt in Arizona and Montana... where else do you Elk hunt?
Rick
I have a lot of pairs of ducks as well! Drakes and hen's...
Dan.... U got some critters on the wall!!!! very nice!
NMElkaholic.....
Here is a small corner portion of his 6500 square foot trophy room. He is not a bowhunter though.
Here's some critters I've arrowed over the years.
The little Muley was shot on the last day of 1999 with a muzzleloader just a few miles south of where I grew up here in Iowa. No ones ever shown me another one taken this far east!
Have 9 pedestals. Tough to get all in a few photos as current home is spread out and only 8 foot ceiling.
Builidng new home lookng out over 320 acre reservoir and 8 Mtn Ranges, including Lone Cone,San Juans, Sneffles Wilderness , Mtn Wilson and Telluride, Colrado. That will have 12 foot ceilings. The photos I have taken and art work will rival the mounts.
Half will be Norht AM/ NZ and the other side African .
Really like the tahr mount by IL bowdude . Where in NZ was it taken?
Marvin
Rusted metal objects are treasures to me. Old ranch ironworks, tools, horseshoes, stirrups, bridles, and spurs stand in stark contrast to the white drywall. Railroad spikes, cowbells, and bale claws run the gamut from my forages afield. My pride and joy are two small cluster bombs I found while sheep hunting on the island of Lanai. A red dirt strip of land that warplanes used to strafe for target practice during WWII is littered with steel shrapnel remnants. I discovered the first unbroken relic as I was sneaking up a silt ditch and ten years later I saw the intact tail fins jutting out from the clay earth. Evidently neither bomb detonated upon ground impact and the decades of rainwater has washed away the explosive material from their center cores. Regardless, I wouldn’t want to be in my shoes the next time I find one and try to explain that to airport security!
Another weather beaten military ordnance – nearly two feet long and weighing about twenty pounds – remains where I unearthed it. With a rotted shell casing it was probably a soggy dud, nevertheless still a potential “live” round; not exactly the kind of memorabilia to bring home to mom.Recently, three civilian contractors for the Navy had their eardrums pounded as they were crushing old ordnance on the former “Target Island” of Kahoolawe. Years ago on the Big Island of Hawaii several people suffered fatal injuries while digging up hand grenades and other buried munitions. Now with the benefit of hindsight I hope to send a message of what not to do.
The titanium turbine from a jet helicopter that I found along a cliff edge had an interesting story. Apparently, the D.E.A. flew from Maui to Lanai for a surprise drug bust. In the predawn darkness they had an engine failure and crashed on an isolated ridge within an archery area. The shredded vent blades made me initially think I had located a crucial missing link. However, the pilot later told me the accident investigation had already concluded, but they searched specifically for that $8000 aircraft part!
Once I spotted an ulumaika -- an ancient Hawaiian game stone. Whipping dust in the wind forced me to look straight down as I trudged up an old rocky road near Lanai’s “Garden of the Gods”. Renown for its many spires of stacked stones; this moonscape is a mass of granite. Notwithstanding, I knew the moment I laid eyes on it exactly what it was. The perfect round symmetry of the smooth hand-forged lava rock stood out like a diamond on a velvet cloth!
Last summer I found a heavy-duty dog collar while hunting in the Waimea Canyon near my home on Kauai. Custom made for boar hunting by BIG DAWG SUPPLY, this thick nylon collar measures 4-inches wide by 20-inches long. Both the double buckle straps and metal rivets are now turquoise from years of oxidation. Emaciated lost hunting dogs often emerge from the dense forests of Kokee State Park and also from the bogs of the Alakai Swamp.
I don’t remove posted signs, but I have a couple damaged classics that my game warden friend gave me. Next to the door, ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK and NO VEHICLES BEYOND THIS POINT -- $100 FINE, both marred with shotgun pelt by some bozo; sad samples of senseless vandalism unfortunately at the taxpayer’s expense.
Some old bows hang above the window. There’s a prehistoric Bear compound from the 70’s, a wooden stock crossbow that I never could get to shoot straight, and a beat-up PSE Mach Flite-4 that was my hunting weapon of choice for so many years. Like a favorite surfboard some things you never sell. Sixteen surfboards stand on end in dowel racks along the wall. A kaleidoscope of color, the pointed noses of the handful of big-wave guns protrude towards the ceiling -- a bright orange “rhino chaser” towering above them all. Included are a couple of sunburned out-dated models that I never use anymore. The quiver of “hot-dog” and “semi-gun” boards that I surf in most conditions are enclosed in camouflage bags. A few seldom-used custom-made lemons that I would not sell to a friend round out the lot. Of course, this does not count all the broken halves stored above in the attic!
By the side door are four metal posters that old Newt gave me. Replica scenes from the Wild West… there’s Annie Oakley with her Hopkins & Allen revolver, Colt’s “the Arm of Law and Order”, Winchester Guns & Cartridges, and Sitting Bull Smoking Tobacco. Newton Homer also bestowed upon me a choice set of antique spurs; fixtures now gracing center stage. At 88 old age has taken its toll, so he and his wife Vangie will not be visiting Kauai anymore. They would often come into Keoki’s restaurant during their vacations. Newt always wore his camouflage cap and always ordered the baby-back ribs. Vangie wrote me that they lost their homes in Ramona, California during the 2003 wildfires, including Newt’s Native American Indian artifact collection. It seems all things must pass…
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beyond words
that said, the clutter that many of these rooms display is a major distraction from the trophies themselves. there are pay buy the month storage sheds that are better organized than some of these rooms.
the real impact is not only in what you have taken, but how it is displayed. when the kill number exceeds the wall space I guess there is nothing short of moving that can handle it (assuming you need to mount each thing you kill) , but man there are some real mazes out there.
I shot an albino Gadwall in SD back in the early seventies.
What do the ladies say about the concept of trophy rooms in general and above the bed with ol' snarlyface in particular?
That's a single man's bedroom.
'Ginger or Mary Ann'.....haha
Good luck, Robb
don't see many beaver mounts - very cool
It's called "Sands of Time." It's by Sherwyn-Williams and each room has a very slightly different shade of it based on the lighting.
I believe it was a male.
Took it on a public shooting area south of Clark.
Bou'bound, what's a vacuum cleaner? ;^)
Tim
5 species of game taken with bow, ML, rifle and shotgun
