Old Droptine 9

this weekend I got my deer head back from the taxidermist. He is now on the wall at the camp. which reminds me that I probably wouldn't have even shot that little old deer that Mark got last year.

Squirrel Camp Letter 2009

Squirrel Camp letters have been mailed. Yes, things are beginning to pick up at the famous Christmas Place as we head into fall. Spencer went with me on his first squirrel hunt last year and did really, really well. See photos from last years camp. If I had known that Andy and Julie were going to start blogging again, I would have sent them a letter. They hate a squirrel almost as much as Camo.

Dogs In GoldenRod

get an original artwork of this scene by Pigcasso.

Bad Day At Black Rock

Needless to say it is still raining. It always rains on the unloved. No, I do not want to talk about it. I am still so mad I could spit in a wild hog's eye.
Yes, I am going to camp, will probably drown.
no planting, no disking, no doing crap.
Think I will drink all weekend.

An Interesting Appraisal

Recently I finished an appraisal on this building in downtown Water Valley. An early 1920's service station along Main street. Rock exterior, pressed tin ceilings and 12-14 foot walls. Very interesting.
It is for sale if you want to come here and open a little bistro style restaurant, art studio, deer removal service or anything else that strikes your fancy.

Rain, Rain Go Away

"Let me blog another day."
It is raining again today, but do not worry. It is supposed to stop by Sunday. You know the maximum is 40 days and 40 nights.
This could mess up our whole weekend of finally getting the rest of our food plots finished.

Mr. Kees

One, two, three, look at Mr. Kees
Three, four, five, look at him jive
Mr. Kees, Mr. Kees
Oh, Mr. Kees
Mr. Kees, Mr. Kees
Oh, Mr. Kees
Mr. Kees
I met my mentor
His name is Mr. Kees
I met my blog boss
His name is Mr. Kees
He's got the craziest blog
That you ever did see
My Dog is barkin' for you Mr. Kees
My deer are runnin' to you Mr. Kees
'Cause they love you so
And we’ll never let you go
(Chorus)
Here comes Mr. Kees
He's bloggin’ bout me
Here comes Mr. Kees
With a baboon for me
He's a very clever boy
Let's jump for joy
Come on Mr. Kees and do your stuff
Come on Mr. Kees, damn your rough
'Cause you're gonna be bloggin’
Till the end of time

One, two, three, look at Mr. Kees
Three, four, five, look at him jive
One, two, three, look at Mr. Kees
Three, four, five, look at him jive
(Chorus)
PS go visit KeesKennis for a riotous, crazy and eye opening adventure

Groovin' At The Grove

During football season, Mark sets up several tents in the park called the Grove on the Ole Miss Campus for us to tailgate. We watch football, eat, drink and visit with friends and old classmates. It is amazing to see thousands of tents and the people dressed in red and blue enjoying themselves before the game. We do our thing but then wander around visiting other people. We always go over to the rich peoples tent (Paul's Group) and visit. Later they come over and slum with us before walking into the game. Here is a pic of Mark Larson, Bill Howard and myself. Bill is in the middle with the 70's retro haircut.

Christmas Card Pics

A quick update on the Christmas card pics that I need from all of you for our famous Deer Camp Blog Christmas Card. So far I have received 0. Yes, 0.
I need to get the pics as soon as you can send one.
If anyone has a really cool background that I could use, please send that also.
I would like to use different pics from the ones I used last year.
Thanks.

Blogging With Camo

wter Valey, MS> rex ix mad. It is still rainin. He is so mad he let me blog today. I looked at his links. Mr. Rasch had a good post about ante hunters. Some people do not know that nature is meaner than humans. I looked at my favorite human girls blog. Jody has a husband for rent. We could hire him to skin those nasty hogs. I hate a hog almost as much as a deer.
holly is blogin about Jack rabbits. I hate them and their big ears. I had to go to another site befre I bit the computer. Matt was digging in a yard, looked like fun. Kristine wants guest blog posts for the OBS. I think I will send one in. Check d on KeesKennis, he writes almost gooder'n me.
Moose is mad because me an Thunderhoof stole a bulldozier. I also want to go see CDGarden, her dog likes to blog too!
PS none of these stupid humans has killed one of those nasty, horrible deerses yet.

Limbo Time

Here, the rain keeps on falling and I am sitting here thinking about all the things at camp I need to get accomplished. I am also thinking about the huge amount of deer we have seen early and what the hunting season will bring.
The clock keeps on ticking, but it seems like deer season will never arrive.
I am in limbo, just waiting for it to start.
On the good news front, it looks like Andy and Julie Outdoors has returned to blogging. Those guys stay mad at a squirrel.
I need to find something to do while I am waiting.

Scenes From Work Camp 2

Saturday night we were worn out from a full day of work. Mark had brought steaks for dinner and Burney cooked them to perfection. We ate hearty that night. Paul was really hungry from his loooong day of work.
We watched a few football games on the tube and headed to bed.



Did I mention that Mark tore up the Gator.
That old gator has covered a lot of miles down there and serves as our work vehicle.
No one was upset, those steaks were good!
He tried to blame it on Thunderhoof saying he
was attacked. We all hooted at him.


It rained Saturday night and we slept in. Later Sunday morning the rain stopped and Mark, Burney and I headed to the north Cornfield to finish putting the window in that stand. After that we stopped by the Pond stand. (Shhh..it is red hot)and got Burney fixed up for opening day of archery season.

Scenes From Work Camp 1

The morning started off the same as usual.
Everyone got ready to go to work and Paul went hunting.
He did get this really nice hog on the Point Stand
and he was through for the day.




Meanwhile, the people who actually work got busy. Here is Trent getting jiggy with the tractor and disk.




Mark and I started putting the wheat out and
working on stands. Each stand needs new gunrests
and all shooting lanes cleared.
Here is Mark working on Marians Stand at the
Arrowhead Field.
Burney showed up at lunch and we managed to get about half of the fields done Saturday. Paul (Squire) Howell kept us posted on the football scores.
All of the fields we completed had the stands in good shape and we are waiting for Matt and his boys to choose their spots for Youth Weekend.

Camp Relaxation

Dad and Miss Dorothy acting like a couple of love birds. This could be very detrimental to his deer hunting.

Phillips Porcine Ponderings

Yesterday, I alluded to the fact that Phillip is an expert. In fact he is a damn genius. He hunts in California where you can't even get a buck in your sights without some enviro whacko sticking his head in the way screaming "Save Our furry Friends" and "Lynch the Hunters." Phillip doesn't let any of that bother him. He is a singleminded hunter, guide and pin-up boy for the wall in Holly's office. Life is good.



Here he is after a successful squirrel hunt.






Here he is with a large whitetail buck after a successful hunt at the Tejon Ranch.







Phillip also enjoys hunting waterfowl. Ducks, Geese, if it flys it dies.
Here he is after a successful duck hunt with Holly.



If anyone is an expert in hunting certain animals, there is no doubt that that man is Phillip. You can visit him and get all the advice you will ever need at The Hog Blog.

The Expert

"An expert is anyone over 20 miles from home carrying a briefcase."
Today will be a busy day for me. I have to go to Charleston, MS, Oakland and Coffeeville to work on appraisals.
I have been doing this for 20 years and even though I sometimes get worn out, I always enjoy figuring the valuation of property. Sometimes people even call me wanting to know what I think about the housing market, or home and land values.
It is good to be an expert (if you don't over-do it)
Phillip is good at this and is a real expert on hog hunting. Dayne is great at posting stories that relate to hunting and blogging and lets you pick out the kernels you need to get better with your blog or job. I would not go to Texas to hunt without a little info from Jon Bryan. Yes, Jody is an expert at humor too.
Kind of like this blog. I have a lot of information on hunting in the South but I would rather you pick up bits and pieces of knowledge through my stories than beat you over the head proclaiming my infinite wisdom.
I hope you become an expert in your field and in your hunting.
The time is almost upon us, Good-Luck.

Down On The Farm

Here is a pic of Dad and Paul Jones showing off the few vegetables that Thunderhoof did not eat.

Rex, Why Do You Blog?

Yesterday, Kristine at the Outdoor Bloggers Summit asked a very important question. Why do you blog? I enjoyed her answer and here is mine.
Deer huntin’ guys
have always been a real close family
but lately some of my kin folks
have disowned a few others and me
i guess its because i kinda changed my direction
i guess i went and broke the family tradition

they get on me-wanna know Rex
why do you drink?
(Rex) why do you go huntin’?
Why must you live out the blogs that you wrote?
over and over
everybody made my prediction
so if i get stoned
I'm just carryin'
on an old family tradition

I am very proud
of my daddys name
although his kinda writin’
and mine ain't exactly the same
stop and think it over
put yourself in my position
if i go hunting and blog all night long
it's a family tradition

Don't ask me Rex
why do you drink?
(Rex) why do you go hunt?
Why must you live out the blogs that you wrote?
If I'm down in a Honky-Tonk
Some ol' slicks tryin to give me corrections
I'll say leave me alone
I'm bloggin’ all night long
it's a family tradition

Lordy, I have loved some ladies
and I have loved Jim Beam
and Thunderhoof tried to kill me
in 1973
when that doctor asked me
Son how did you get in this condition
I said hey sawbones I'm just carryin on
an old blogging tradition

So don't ask me Rex
why do you drink?
(Rex) why do you go hunt?
Why must you live out the blogs that you wrote?
Stop and think it over
Try and put yourself in my unique position
If I go hunting and blog all night long
It's a family tradition!

Ye Olde Duck Hole

My dad is a busy, busy man. He always has a project going in which he can use slave labor. I managed to avoid it last weekend but he captured my slacker brother Paul, Terry Cutrair, and Paul Jones and put them to work on his new duck blind. We were in the hills bush-hogging but I managed to check on them late that afternoon.
My evil brother was in a foul mood.

Dad has cleared all around his little pond to make some small fields for the deer. Now he can duck hunt, deer hunt, and hog hunt from one spot. I think he can probably chase women in it too. He was positively rubbing his hands together in glee.
My crazy dog, Camo, got hot watching their labor and decided to go lay down in the water. Damn thing thinks it's a beaver.
I got a picture of Denise showing her expertise with a level. You know it has to be exactly level for a duck to come by.

Trapped Like A Rat

When Denise and I arrived at camp late Friday night there was a crowd of men around the kitchen table. Backed up in the corner was the new refuge manager Stephanie Allison. They had her blocked in the kitchen and they were all talking to her at once. What the hell is wrong with them. I broke my way into the circle, poured a drink and started talking to her too. Of course, I was just trying to get those fools back and give the girl some breathing room.
Truthfully, we are enjoying her friendship and company. She is working hard at her job and we enjoy her dropping by and being part of the group. She is looking forward to being in the Christmas Card too. Now if we can just control those evil lawyers (Paul and Trent) and Paul Jones.

The Hog Head Returns

Kim Stewart finally agreed to return the hog head that has been hanging over her bed for the last couple of years. She was not happy about it. Mark finally got the massive thing down and back to camp this past weekend. He was relieved, and very happy about it. I find the whole thing very strange.