But where's the rest of the deer?
As a family heirloom I have, probably killed around the turn of the last century by a great-great uncle (a game warden, as it turns out), a nicely mounted head of a ten-point on my bedroom wall. Some guests have found it creepy to have it staring (albeit glassy-eyed) down at the bed, but it's fine with me. It's a nice rack for my cap collection.
From time to time, there's more than one horny thing in my bedroom...