Yeah well, you never grew up around guys that have had several rooms full of every type of African trophy you can mention. When I was just in ROT-CEE in high school, I met my hunting partner then and didn't know it. After we had gotten into a couple of fights over a couple of not so pretty girls, we settled our differences and said they FUGLY anyways. We went to his dad's home and I was flabbergasted with all this Africana when I walked through the door. Between that, shootin his dad's big stuff, reading Jack Lott and Elmer Keith and others, I was hooked for life. Yes there were crocs there too. One day, I'm going and it's going to be a good one.