Does anyone remember that song that goes "I was country... when country wasn't cool"? Well, I was antler, when antler wasn't cool! Truly, I have had a fixation with all things bone and carcass related for almost two decades. It seems to have begun with my travels out west, and each find I make cements my obsession even more. Fortunately for all involved, my finds of this sort are relatively few and far between.
~*~
I hit the jackpot on this last vacation, though. Not only did I find a pile of bleached out cow bones (no head, bummer), I found this fantastic three pronged antler. I'm guessing it's from a deer, but at only three years old, this is a pretty big half-rack. Maybe an elk?
~*~
The best part of this antler find was that I spied it many yards away in a muddle of sage brush - from a moving vehicle! My mind quickly registered "white bone thing" the same way it does that "pink pyrex" trick while thrift shopping. I shouted for my dad to stop the car, ran over, and triumphantly held the prize over my head like a trophy. My heart was beating fast, and I felt like a champion! Still do, every time I look at it. Hehe.
~*~
So, um. Does anyone else out there understand this feeling?
Posts
