Once upon a time my dad tried his hand at golfing. Somewhere along the fairway he hit a duck with a golf ball, killing it, and gave up golfing forever. Now you can come to a conclusion of whether or not I grew up in a hunting family.
I never saw a dead animal that wasn’t on the side of the road or ate meat that didn’t come in a styrofoam container. In fact one time while on a school trip to San Antonio, the only restaurant on the River Walk that we were able to get into had a room called “The Hall of Horns” which simply was a ton of taxidermied animal heads. Imagine looking up while eating your meal to see 150 dead stuffed animals staring down at you. It was a nightmare.
Then I met a hunk, the man of my dreams. He was tall(ish), dark, handsome, outgoing, dreamier than Moon Doggie, and nothing could deter me from him. The most nerve wracking night in the history of our early relationship was the night I met his parents. He’s an only child and his parent’s opinion means the world to him. I don’t remember the night too well but the story goes that when I was told we were eating deer, I turned green. Then for some reason every single meal after that his mom made sure to show me the meat’s supermarket packaging for the next 5 years. Two years ago I was finally able to convince them that I can handle game (deer, etc.).
The dead animals hanging on the walls at his parents were a little shocking to me but over time I’ve come to find them a normal part of life. I even asked them if they have an extra skull and antlers so I can cover it in glass mosaic tiles. I’ve crossed to the dark side, the kinda glitzy side of it.
I’m so far into the dark side that I didn’t even notice the number of hunting trophies in their house until our trip this weekend when I was taking pictures of his mom’s decor, which I love. (she claims that she’s a horrible designer and needs me to help but trust me, she doesn’t) Every single place I aimed my camera I came back with animals. They have their own personal Hall of Horns.
It’s like Redneck furs….
complete with legs and tail. It’s really soft actually.
Well isn’t this one a keeper? Really I think my In-Laws keep it to remind themselves of me.
This one isn’t an actual animal, it’s a picture. However it’s the prize possession of this family. That is my husband after shooting his first deer. I’m not going to explain it any further than that. You can thank me for it. I wasn’t even going to post this since it’s kinda gory but it just wouldn’t be complete without it.
I know some of you will be grossed out by these things but I believe that God has given us animals for food. Plus I would rather see the beauty of the animals displayed rather than just thrown away. Oh goodness I am fully to the dark side aren’t I?
The good news is that I have no plans to ever ever ever go hunting. They have more than enough animal artifacts for all of us. Plus I did hold back on showing you the really gory pictures of what’s above their shed. I can feel the “Thank You’s” from here.