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In other news, I think this damn Presidential election is going to kill me.
Deer Camp Blog- the outdoor column of The Bodock Times- (a satirical periodical) Humor and Hunting at the famous Christmas Place Plantation Hunting Club on the edge of the Mississippi Delta
It had to be the worst work camp at the famous Christmas Place that I have ever seen. Just so you know my evil brother organized it. (no, Paul). Of course, he called Friday and said that he was not going to show up until Saturday afternoon and he was only bringing Terry, instead of the 5 guys he promised. Saturday morning Burney and I started on the wood. Most was cut and ready to be split and we worked until noon and the damn wood splitter just blew up. No warning, no nothing. POW! It threw a rod and that was that. We messed with it a few minutes and looked up as Trent came down the road on the tractor. he was through for the day. Said he had to go to a party. We ate lunch, Trent was gone. Paul and Terry showed up then, loaded up his raggedey 4-wheelers and they took off for Yazoo City. they were gone.
I have been negotiating with a Railroad Company here to acquire a Locomotive and it turns out they have two that I feel like I could get. This brought thoughts on opening the Howell Line or The Camo Express so that Camo and I could ride the rails together. I also thought putting the train over in the Delta might be a good idea for tourism there and because most of the tracks are still there. I have run into a problem with my idea though. I am finding out that nobody wants a train anymore. Nobody.
Trent hates a damn hog. He thinks they are nasty, smelly, prehistoric evil creatures that are taking over the world. He also thinks that every one of them needs a bullet in them. Hey! We all agree! Trent has hunted hogs all summer and is now known around camp as the Hog Meister. (You can call him that too.)
Dad has been frantic to find a mule pulled harrow to use at camp. He even put an ad in the North Mississippi Herald and finally located one over at Paris, MS. (You would be surprised but they don't have any big towers over there at all.) So in the midst of my juggling act he grabbed me and Sarah and off to Paris we went to get the harrow. We dragged it out of an old barn while dad supervised, figured out how to take it apart so it would fit in the truck, which only took an hour. Did I mention the temperature was 100 degrees.
I know all of you think that all I do all day is sit in my office playing cards on the computer but this year I have been busy as a cat covering up something. Very rarely am I home before 6 o'clock at the earliest and I still can't get everything done. On top of this, yesterday was moving day as my daughter Sarah joined the big leagues as a freshman at Ole Miss.
Things are about to heat up as hunting season rushes at us full speed. Will try to keep you updated on big bucks, our planting schedule and the bizarre actions of my brothers as we get closer to opening day. Another thing that is rushing toward us is Halloween. I know you don't worry about that but one of the fun things I like to do is relate TRUE tales of terror from the Christmas Place. People don't realize that the Mississippi Delta is a strange and mysterious place with more hobgoblins than you can shake a stick at, so if you know of any strange tales or supernatural happenings here please write me.
The City of Water Valley has had it's work crews out in force this week. They have been cutting grass, trimming, painting and beautifying the city for the Annual Watermelon Carnival that kicks off today. Tonight the talent contest and music and tomorrow the vendors will start arriving to set up. Tomorrow night is the big street dance. Watermelon sellers will circle the park and all kinds of other activities will be going on. Dad even brought his pontoon boat up here to try and sell. The weather which has been unbearably hot has cooled a little so maybe we can get through it without having a heart attack.