Got These Bones...

Indiana Galvin strikes again, people!

Some of you may recall my not-so-archaeological discovery last September when I investigated our dryer vent to learn what was blocking it up.

Well, friends, it's starting to look like I'm like a magnet for these kinds of crazy awesome finds.

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The wife, kiddos, and I took a trip back to our Indiana roots this month to visit our families and friends. It's been almost a full year since we'd been back and I'd been promising my oldest daughter that we would go on her first fishing trip in the same creek (or "crick", if you ask my Mamaw), that I learned to fish and swim in when I was a kid.

The kiddo and I had just cast off when I glanced over at a beaver dam to see the tips of a few bones poking up out of the creek. 

"Oi!" I called to my brother-in-law. "Look over there -- is that deer antlers?" And, as he headed over to investigate, I added, "They're mine, by the way!"

Turns out, they were not only deer antlers, but the entire 12-point rack.

After consulting with my doctor cousin, he who lended his expertise in the dryer vent bone debacle, we've come to the professional opinion that the above bones fished out of the creek possibly came from either an escaped West African Sprinkbok, or else an antlered centaur. It's still up for debate. What it was most definitely not, however, is your plain ol', average Indiana White-Tail.