You guys would love it at Fairchild AFB. There are so many survival instructors that hunt around here you see guys with their deer and hides strung up in their garage and out front of it. I have never heard of any complaints from anyone, usually folks are far more interested than anything else. Especially if it happens to be something other than a deer, which is normal around here. An elk, moose, or other critter really causes some excitement.

A buddy of mine had a buffalo head he was letting bleach in the sun and have the mosquitos and other bugs clean it off. I never a single complaint from his neighbors. I wonder if they didn't care...or were scared :).

i live in mid minnesota, you can still see the deer hanging outside.

In ALabama its perfetly ok to show off your kill. Last school year i was a junior and my friend's grandfather had killed a 17 point whitetail. He brought the deer to school to show us and some of the teachers that hunt. It was no problem to even come to school to show us the deer.

We can choose our friends, but it's much more difficult to craft the communities in which we live. I was raised on the lower East Side of Manhattan, hardly what you'd consider fertile soil for outdoor sports, but I had relatives in Pennsylvania and Upstate NY, and some of my best memories and experiences were times spent outside the city, far away from the concrete, asphalt and steel of a metropolitan area. When I graduated from high school, I enlisted in the Marine Corps and the Corps obligingly occupied my time for the next four years. The exposure to firearms training, hunting and the outdoor skills that I'd been exposed to as a teenager before enlistment were instrumental to me. There was a cultural exchange program in southeast Asia at the time, and I was one of a great many ambassadors of good will.
When that enlistment ended, so did my toleration of metropolitan living. I returned to NYC because it was my home of record, my remaining family lived there, but it was a shoe that no longer fit (if it ever did); however my social circle enjoyed camping and hunting, and that was cherished time that provided volumes of great memories. I left NYC in early 1972, returning only to visit. Many of my peers, people with whom I shared a few campfires, moved out of the city for the same reasons. I'm not criticizing NYC; a surprising number of fine hunters live there, but they have to drive inconvenient distances to enjoy the outdoors.
As soon as my savings permitted, I relocated to the west coast, to southern California, and later purchased a small piece of property in southwestern Colorado. After that, I met and married a wonderful woman, my children were born, and we eventually moved to the Pacific Northwest where we now live.
Of the reasons we chose to live where we do, the multiseasonal climate and proximity to hunting and fishing opportunities were important to us, not only for own sanity but for what we hoped would be a fine area to raise well adjusted children, and it has been very good to us.
In the years I lived in southern California, the county in which we lived went from agribusiness (an environment in which rifles could be carried in pickup windows without alarming the public) to something very different.
Many people were drawn by the mild climate, but they brought odd presuppositions and political attitudes with them. Areas where we hunted rabbits, practiced with our sidearms or taught youngsters to use .22 rifles were eventually covered with asphalt and turned into suburban communities. Traffic density increased, houses and condos displaced wildlife habitat, and the county morphed into something with which I could no longer identify. It didn't happen overnight; the process took 30 years or so, but this "progress" was inexorable, observable and disappointing to those of us who remembered the '60s.
I learned a few lessons: the communities that better understand and appreciate the outdoors are generally better balanced, and they're rooted in realities that seem to escape others that manufacture or craft their own reality through architectural design. Where hunting, camping and fishing are common, the quality of the outdoor experience is a much higher priority and outdoorsmen/women are more likely to accept the responsibility for stewardship of the areas they enjoy, more so than those places in which some glimpse of the outdoors exists merely as an included or engineered aesthetic, a groomed park or isolated wildlife sanctuary in the midst of suburban homes.
I can write at length on these issues, and this is not the place to do that, but if firearms and fishing tackle have a place in your life, be aware of issues that affect your activities and vote as you must, because we are an "endangered species", no longer in the majority, and we can be voted or zoned out of existence. It's all very well for our politicians to say our rights are not been infringed upon and law-abiding citizens have access to firearms, but if we have no place to conveniently shoot because of zoning laws and overdevelopment, practice will be difficult and that fine rifle will be a wallhanger.

I live in Nebraska. Whenever we decide to hunt some place besides the Platte river valleys we always end up in the northwest part of Nebraska in the pine ridge area. This area is as close to hunting in the mountains as you can get in Nebraska. In this area everyone still hangs their deer on a deer pole or from a large branch of a pine tree. Lots of noon's and after supper hours are spent talking about and enjoying hunt stories with other hunters. This is about the only area where you don't have to worry about some other hunter trying to steal your hanging deer. You'd be surprised at the number of out-of-state hunters than come to the pine ridge because of this. Sad to say but in the south central part along the Platte river where I live, unless you live a ways from the road , you can't hang your deer up for all to see. In the past few years we've had a large bunch of people from south of here move in for all the free things, hospital care, food stamps,housin, etc. They don't seem to care if it belongs to them or not, if they can get it its gone. I sure miss the old days when a persons property was his castle. Enough said, but, I was raised to respest other people and their property.