I could have shot Cecil the Lion

My dog Ace needs a haircut. He’s starting to look like Cecil the lion. I hope he doesn’t get shot by a Minnesota dentist.

Trophy hunters have always drawn the ire of the antis. They’re easy targets. Consequently, I’ve always chosen to keep my trophy hunting aspirations in the closet.

Some of my hunting companions might say it’s not so much my choice as my ineptitude at bagging any critter resembling a trophy.

But I would beg to differ.

Trophies are in the eye of the beholder, and in my eye I’m a heck of a trophy hunter.

Just take a look. I’ve got antlers, horns and skulls hanging all over the...