My goat skull. Hear me out. I was vacationing in a tiny island in the Caribbean called St. Eustatius. I was walking along the beach because there were the ruins of an old Spanish fort there. No tour or park mind you, these were just 300-year old ruins sitting there. While poking around in the ruins, I decided to scale a cliff behind them. It wasn't that steep, but it was mostly sand, which made getting up it a *****. When I finally got to the top, I was on a plateau with nothing else on it except a couple of bushes. I walked around a bit, and I found a cave. It wasn't that big, maybe only 30 feet back, but the floor of the cave was covered in goat skeletons. I looked around, but there was only one skull in the entire cave. So of course I ganked(def. grabbed and stole. when you're more worried about speed than subtlety) that thing. Customs had lots of questions on the way back. It now sits on my dresser.
The epicness comes from the mystery of its origin. I first thought it was some kind of goat graveyard, where they all went to die. That's cool enough on its own, but why was there only one skull? Voodoo? Cupacabras?
EDIT: I am jealous of that guy with the Dragunov.