“As for the mounted heads. I like one or two. Too many just turns me off.”
Here is one for you. Growing up my best friend in grade school was being raised by his Grandfather. So I was like a family member in this home. His Grandfather was the one and only Elgin Gates... Every wall in the place was covered with trophies. There was barely room to walk through the house because of the stuffed trophies standing around everywhere. It was like a museum...
I eventually found it to be kind of tacky to have this home stuffed with all these even though I was raised as a hunter... But that is what Elgin Gates did, and was famous for. It was indeed a unique opportunity though.
There was a bar in Estacada, OR that I went to a few times in 1980, called (I think) the Sportsman’s Bar, or maybe the Sportsman’s Club. It was filled with trophies of just about anything you could think of, deer, birds, fish, big cats, etc., even a walrus head. At the entrance there were standing mounts of a grizzly bear and a polar bear.
I don’t think it’s still there, at least I couldn’t find any mention online.
“His Grandfather was the one and only Elgin Gates...”
WOW!!!
Hunting royalty!
The man who quite literally wrote the book on hunting in Africa and Asia. So Cool.
What was the guy like as a private person?
As far as the heads, we had a moose head (from only God knows where) and a buffalo head (again, from where only God knows). Deer and bear weren’t around. Dove, rabbits and squirrels were the most abundant wildlife.