No, we are not hunters. We inherited these antlers, along with a collection of antique rusted saws and farming tools, when we bought the property - they were mounted on various exterior walls, in a decorative kind of way. We took them all down.
We weren't sure what to do with these antlers. Neither of us are really comfortable with them - they seem kind of gruesome. But it feels disrespectful to the animal who used to sport them to just throw them away.
At one point Frankie briefly got his hands - er, paws - on them. After all, bones are something he's familiar with. Here he is trying to figure out the best way to approach such an interestingly-shaped specimen. (And yes, he is in one of the veggie beds - unplanted, thankfully - which is a really big no-no. Bad boy.)