The Porch: Antler Piles
Posted by Dr. Fay on November 28, 2012
Posted on Chuck Heath, Jr.’s blog today:
This next picture was taken last month and shows my boys in front of Grandpa’s pile. It’s eerily similar to Sam’s, and no, we never knew Sam. Just an Alaskan coincidence.
If you don’t know the story of Dad’s antler pile, he started building it about 25 years ago. Most people assume that he killed all the animals represented by those antlers but that’s not true. The antlers were actually sheds. Whenever we are on one of our frequent trips into the wilderness, we search for dropped antlers. If they’re in good shape, Dad sells them or trades them. If they are older and weathered, they go on the antler pile.
The pile is now over fourteen feet tall and it continues to grow. Dad’s dog, Bo, is specially bred to find and retrieve antlers. Believe it or not, he has even found them under water in slow moving rivers and ponds. I have no idea how he does it.