silver tip and timelessness

I met this dead buffalo head on a table top, the body skyward, its eye about level with mine.
At the time, I was curious about how the silvery horn starts: like the part of hair, very crusty hair. 
Now, I am curious about how my friend will bring the buffalo into the world again. He also has the full outside body of a spotted foe. 
All of this came to mind yesterday with the sound of a deer in faraway hills. The whistle somehow timeless.
Photo: Dead buffalo head, in an artist's studio, Pittsburgh