It is not a display case. It is a room, and it holds a little over two hundred mounts collected across three generations of one family hunting.

North American big game, mostly, because that is what this family has spent its time chasing. British Columbia. The Yukon. A great deal of ground in between.

Walk it in order and it reads as a rough map of sixty-plus years: what was legal, what was reachable, and what a family that ran a bow shop could get to between seasons. Some of these animals were taken with equipment that would look primitive next to what is on our wall now, which is worth remembering the next time you are agonising over arrow spine.