This Elk is old and huge. Mr. Elk has been in the family for about four generations. It has been hung in many of Mr. Cowboy's family's homes. We were helping his Grandmother clean out her back room when I saw the huge thing and asked if we could have it. Mr. Cowboy looked at me funny and said, "We don't want that". But as you can see, I am spoiled, and all I had to do was say, "Yes, we do, it would look great in our living room." Mr. Cowboy put up a small fight, but he is sweet and he let me win. Now, do you see what the south has done to me. I would have never begged for a dead animal to be hanging in my living room before I moved here, but now look at me. I was practically begging and pleading for the old dusty thing. We took it right off of Grandma's wall and loaded him up in our truck.
Mr. Cowboy is very particular about things on our walls. He has to break out the measuring tape and mark up the walls with a pencil, just to make sure what ever he is hanging is done so with perfection. He would die if he ever took the picture off the wall that I hung. There are only four holes in the wall behind it. But, Mr. Cowboy being so particular, he grabbed that Elk and carried it up the ladder to position it on the wall so he could mark where to hang it.
He only struggled a little bit with it, and he only kinda got mad at me for not helping at all. Now, you may all think that I did not fix the Elk's red eye, but no, that is not so. You see, this Elk is special. Remember how I said it was old and has been passed down through the family? Well, the family member, before Grandma, said that one day the eye ball just fell out. They didn't notice, so they just grabbed a red marble and some wax and stuck that marble into the eye socket. Definitely not the redneck thing to do.
I now tell my Cowpokes to keep an eye on that Elk, because this Elk is very special. You see, this Elk has a "Mean Eye". And this Elk will tell me if any cowpokes are being naughty in the living room. This story only worked for about two days. Can't say I didn't try.
They were sweet to each other for a little while. I guess I need to remind them of the "Mean Eye".
Oh Mr. Elk, watch over my children and keep them in line. The Elk is so large that the tips of his antlers just touch our ceiling. He is one big boy. Grandma came over for a short visit the other day and said, "Grandpa would be so proud, he always wanted to hang that in our living room." Ah, yes, Grandpa, I can feel you smiling down on us now, or is that just that "Mean Eye"?