Our biggest standing prank came about by accident. In 1994 my dad, brother, and I were elk hunting in Idaho, just north of McCall. The second day of the season I shot a big 5x5 early enough in the day that I was able to gut, skin, and remove the head and still get back to camp in time to retrieve an axe and packboard to finish the job.
I didn't want the head just sitting there in an unattended camp so I put some cardboard down in the trailer and put the head in it, facing the door. It just turned out that way. When my dad got back to camp he opened the door to find a big bull head looking at him. Both he and my brother figured it was a joke, so now when one of us kills a bull we stash the head where the others will find it.
That's about it, I don't get off on screwing with family.
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