In the aerobatic world it's called the "Ain't I bitchin' wall". Over 100 trophies, plaques, and awards adorned both sides of the hallway in my old home. When I moved into my current home with my then sweetheart Veronica she said, "What are you going to do with all that shit?" She obviously wasn't as impressed as I thought she would be. All those hard won awards are stored in boxes to this day. My hunting trophies are the target of my current sweetheart. They will probably end up in a Bass Pro Shop somewhere. It was all great fun.