Trophy Room

By Boat or Bike,  Walking or Mule,  the only thing that matters  is Hunting....  when that first crisp day of  fall comes, and you have ice forming on the water buckets and with that comes the smell of the changing season as it  wells up inside! and you know!  it's just 'bout  time to pack everything up and  head for the hills, to sit motionless against that tall pine, to become one with the country, to watch that far ridge........... So grab  you a cup of coffee and scroll thru the Trophy Room.