I've always admired wood ducks, but where I grew up in Colorado there weren't any. It wasn't until many years after I had moved to Montana and was antelope hunting near Miles City that I found one. I shot my antelope buck first thing opening morning, and not wanting to drive back home that day, I asked a friend that I was hunting with if he knew of any good places to bird hunt near there.
He said that there were often wood ducks in some of the sloughs along the Yellowstone River near Miles City. He also said that he had a house there and I was welcome to stay there with him. So I went to town and bought a Duck Stamp and some steel shotshells, and headed to the sloughs.
Shure enough there were some wood ducks there, and when I shot this drake, I knew that I wanted to have him mounted, so I wouldn't let my dog retrieve him, but took off my boots and waded out to get him myself.
When I built the Trophy Room for my house in 1988, my wife at the time wanted me to also remodel the kitchen, including new and different kitchen cabinets. I saved some of the old base cabinets and used them to make a wet bar in my Trophy Room. The bar is "L" shaped and the back of the "L" corner was wasted, hard to reach space.
I've always thought that the male ringneck pheasant was one of the prettiest birds around, so I sectioned off the corner of the bar for a place for a pheasant mount.
Again, when I shot this rooster I didn't let my dog retrieve it so it wouldn't be damaged. I found an interesting piece of an old weathered cedar fence post for the pheasant to stand on, so now I have a pheasant under glass in the corner of my bar. It's protected and dust free, and I put a dimmable light in the top that brings out the iridescence of his feathers.