I just lob the grenade at unwelcome visitors.

And I agree that the office is no place for just any animal heads.

Only cape buffalo. You have to do it right. People are amazed at them. Truly amazed. The questions they ask are mainly naive, but also funny.

Where did you get them?

I didn't get them. I hunted them in Africa, killed them and brought them home.

You didn't!

Yes, I did.

You're kidding, right?

No, I'm not.

Really?

Yes.

Wow! They're huge! What are they, water buffalo [or wildebeest]?

No, they're African cape buffalo.

Are they dangerous?

Look at them. What do you think?

Do they kill people?

All the time.

They're beautiful.

Thanks. I think so, too.

Where did you shoot them to kill them?

In the heart.

And on and on and on . . . . Seeing my buffalo trophies gives some people the only exposure to hunting and wild Africa that they will ever have.

And believe it or not, I have never had one single negative comment from anyone, at least not yet!

I'm sure you get a lot of reactions from the, decorations in your office! Great buff trophies, I like the cat skulls too.

Between the two Buffs and the hand grenade on the desk I get the impression you are a lawyer not to be messed with.

I'm kind of curious, what do your co-workers think of the heads? I was always told by my father that an office is no place for animal heads, but I don't always listen. Nice looking trophies by the way.



Sevens

MrLexma,

That's great to hear people are so enthusiastic to hear about your animals. I don't know what your profession is, but those buffs sure would look good in a lawyer's office.

Most people that come to my house and see the few animals I have either say, "That's mean/disgusting" (Normally a female response) or, "Did you kill that?" I also get a lot of, "do you shoot the animals in the head?" There is hope in California though. A five-year-old in my neighbor hood bought himself a hunting video game and asked me twenty or so questions about hunting and were to aim on a deer, etc. Everytime he sees me he always tells me what his deer scored, "It was big! The score said sixteen with a zero behind it."

Sevens