Good post.

The memories are the trophies. Nothing and no one can ever take those from you.

I used to be obsessed with growing and killing the biggest deer I could. Now, I'm just as happy to spend a few days at the camp socializing, cooking and working to put family and friends on a deer and ensuring a good trip to them. Any deer they deem a trophy to them will be a trophy to me. You can't put a value on time spent enjoying fellowship and the outdoors.

Even less important and of consideration to me, would be any mature buck that I can take with my bow. Once again, that's way down the list for me but it's the only reason I'll get out of bed to hunt one these days.