What is a trophy? I would say it's like beauty, it's in the eyes of the beholder. I started hunting in 1986 after my freshman year in college. It wasn't until after I graduated, in 1991 that I killed my first whitetail. The five previous seasons I never even had the opportunity to even think of pulling the trigger on a deer.
So about 3 weeks after I got married, I awoke at about 2am in Dallas and made the drive down to Waco to meet a friend and off from there for another 30 minute drive to his brother's ranch. About an hour or so after first light a buck walked out in front of me. I raised the rifle, a piece of junk Remington 7400 semi-auto and took careful aim and squeezed the trigger and...............NOTHING HAPPENED!! I pulled the bolt back as I had obviously not put one in the chamber and out popped a live round onto the floor of the stand I was in, clanking around. The deer was spooked but just jumped a little and stayed in place. So I eased the bolt forward and watched the round feed into the chamber. I took aim again and squeezed that trigger and once again nothing happened. The deer walked off.
I got down out of the stand and somehow figured out with these semi-autos you have to let the bolt slam shut. So back up into the stand I went. About 30 minutes later a deer came out of the thick hill country brush and turned and walked right at me, great no shot due to the angle. About half way to the stand the deer knew something was up and swapped ends. Great, still no shot that I was willing to take. The deer was going to basically go back the way he had come in but had to make a slight turn before going back into the brush giving me a strong quartering away shot. I placed the cross hairs just behind the last rib and shot, the deer was knocked over but got back up and was instantly in the thick stuff. I got out of the stand and found a big splatter of blood on the ground where he was when I shot. As I got to the brush I got down on my hands and knees and after just getting into the brush I could see he hadn't made it 10 yards and was stone dead.
The little buck was just a 6 point (3 x 3) basket rack certainly not worth even the thought of putting tape to. You think he wasn't a trophy to me? Well I had a skull plate mount done and it still hangs on my wall!
If you think it's a trophy, it is. As I started having more success in my hunting during my late 20's and early 30's, I started chasing "trophy only" animals in search of my hunting buddies praise. After awhile I noticed that I was not enjoying hunting as much and basically said to hell with it and started taking that which I wanted to take and stopped emphasizing size so much. Funny thing when I did this, I started having much more success on the so called "trophy quality" sized animals.
Enjoy your hunt, it's yours and no one else's. If that means chasing record book class animals, so be it, just do it because that's what works for you. If that's not what you want to do and you prefer taking lesser sized animals, then go for it and don't worry about what others have to say.
One of my favorite trophies is in the pic below, an impala that I didn't take, it was my wife's, her first animal of any kind.
