It is why we take home these mementoes - these trophies of the hunt. A year or two after your visit most of the mature animals you saw will be gone. But these will live on as long as you are capable of recalling the experience. There is a bit of immortality for both you and they in that ability. You will remember friends, the incredible expressions on your son's face, the game, all of it as you and they were then. That is something the precious urbanites living in their digitized disposable worlds can not even understand. Most of these millennials will reach old age without even any photographs of their lives. None are printed anymore, and the digital images have a way of vanishing with lost phones and crashed computers. I often sit across the way with a good glass of wine or single malt and simply relive any number of wonderful days in the field. Even the little roe deer antlers on their German plaques bring back the specific hunt and hour of the day - the hand shake of an old German Jaeger who has been gone for two decades - cold schnapps celebrating a wondrous day afield. All those bucks were taken in the late seventies, and yet, they and those who accompanied the hunt live on today. Just last evening I was back in Namibia, creeping side-by-side with Nick, as we again followed up my leopard. Congratulations on having them safely home. The best advice I can give is to capture many more while you can.