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My godfather in the 1930s or perhaps earlier, not sure. there was always the same group of friends hunting together, my father included. The meat was divided. It was also a culling of the male animals.
I have always found it odd to be photographed with a dead animal as trophy.
The hunting trophy
A hunting trophy is an item prepared from the body of a game animal killed by a hunter and kept as a souvenir of the successful hunting or fishing expedition.
Often, the heads or entire bodies are processed by a taxidermist, although sometimes other body parts such as teeth, tusks or horns are used as the trophies.
Such trophies are often displayed in the hunter's home in a "trophy room," sometimes called "game rooms" or "gun rooms," in which the hunter's weaponry is displayed as well
The hunting trophy
A hunting trophy is an item prepared from the body of a game animal killed by a hunter and kept as a souvenir of the successful hunting or fishing expedition.
Often, the heads or entire bodies are processed by a taxidermist, although sometimes other body parts such as teeth, tusks or horns are used as the trophies.
Such trophies are often displayed in the hunter's home in a "trophy room," sometimes called "game rooms" or "gun rooms," in which the hunter's weaponry is displayed as well
These, with many more were hanging in my father's gun room. At the back they were neatly inscribed where they came from. There were also mounted birds and squirrels. One was quite a big owl with open wings.
The chamois came from Splügen 09/09/1935
The one on the right came from Tschingel, Trins 1935.
My father had many beautiful guns. One was a small one with beautiful silver engravings. My father did not have sons so he taught me to shoot, I was only allowed to use the small rifle. Sunday mornings we would go out into the country site, I carried the target, a stick with a white cardboard with black rings.
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The chamois came from Splügen 09/09/1935
The one on the right came from Tschingel, Trins 1935.
My father had many beautiful guns. One was a small one with beautiful silver engravings. My father did not have sons so he taught me to shoot, I was only allowed to use the small rifle. Sunday mornings we would go out into the country site, I carried the target, a stick with a white cardboard with black rings.
Do not miss your next target and visit Sepia Saturday 173
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