Wednesday, April 18, 2018

BeeKeepers Can Hunt Too

Yes, I know that constant humming in their head can be a distraction, but every now and then.......

Wednesday, April 11, 2018

Trent's Answer

Trent has been terribly upset about the deer situation at the famous Christmas Place this year. He can't understand why he doesn't kill 3 gigantic trophy bucks every year. In fact, he only killed one this year. Boo-Hoo!! He has been studying though and has finally come up with the answer.
WE WILL FENCE THEM IN!!!!!
He has been working hard and has set up a new gate that will keep th0se pesky deer inside. BEHOLD!

Another great idea from my rocket scientist brothers.

Wednesday, April 04, 2018

We Give Paul The Bird

After months of griping about how he really needed to shoot a big deer (ha-ha) and continually crying about the magnificent deer that I shot. The members of the Christmas Place graciously decided to give Paul the whole Easter weekend for he and his family (yes, Mikey too) to see if he could possibly, by accident, kill a big turkey. Lo and Behold, we gave the bird to Paul!

Tuesday, March 13, 2018

Turk-Tock, Turk-Tock

We are into March and I thought I saw the sun shining for just a minute. It has rained, been warm, rained, turned cold, rained and rained some more. I am ready for sunshine, green grass, and pretty spring days. The good news is that turkey season is fast approaching and I will hopefully get my once a year shot at getting one. Meanwhile Satan and his coast minions are gearing up to invade the Christmas Place and blast enough turkeys for all my readers to have a nice Thanksgiving meal.
We will see.

Friday, March 09, 2018

Happy Birthday To Me!

Today is my 600th birthday, I mean 60th birthday. Planning on eating, drinking and partying until at least 10 o'clock tonight. I am a real party animal!
Thank you for the calls, messages and letters to help me celebrate this milestone in life and hope that I can keep blogging on. Oh, did I tell you about that big droptine buck I killed..........?????

is it me or am I beginning to look a lot like Othmar ?
 

Tuesday, March 06, 2018

Hog Camp 2018

We had a great time with about twenty gung-ho visitors at the Droptine Lodge this past weekend. The weather was absolutely beautiful and everyone seemed to have a great time. We only got two hogs, but spent a lot of time outside around the campfire enjoying great stories, tall tales, and having a few drinks. You missed a great time. Burney did a great job handling camp and I want to say Thank-You.

Monday, February 26, 2018

The Trap is Ready

Last weekend I went to camp with Burney and we got everything ready for the big hog hunt. We spread about a million pounds of corn, set up all the feeders and managed to tie at least a dozen hogs to trees to give the Lammey's at least a chance to kill a hog. Don't bet on it though
So everything is ready and we will be headed in to the Droptine Lodge on Friday.
Should be eventful.
PS Erin, this is what you are looking for.

Wednesday, February 21, 2018

Evil Dog Thread

2 weeks ago, Camo could not walk, barely ate and we knew that time had run out on her. This week the Evil Varmint is waltzing around, eating like a hog, barking at all hours of the night and in general being her old self.
Truth told, we came to realize she was being over medicated and now she is a million times better.
The last time she went to camp with me I shot the drop-tine buck, so she is pretty lucky for me too.
She still hates a deer, a hog, a bird, a squirrel, rabbit, turtle, snake, rhinoceros, Paul, Trent and a whole lot of other things, but I sure am glad she is back to her Evil Self.

Thursday, February 15, 2018

The Hog Hunt is On!!

The first weekend in March is scheduled to be the Hog Hunt at the famous Christmas Place. Visitors will be coming from all over to stay at the comfortable and relaxing Droptine Lodge. There will be a bunch of Lammeys, (hide your whiskey) Matt the Banker (hide your wallet) a couple of shyster lawyers (hide everything else) and me your friendly neighborhood blogger and COTY award winner.
The Minnesota men should be there. (they speak in monosyllables, so prepare YUP!)
After a disastrous hog camp last year the hogs are back with a vengeance and it looks like we should kill plenty and only have a few coast morons gored to death. Should be a great weekend

Thursday, February 01, 2018

Camper Of The Year

This past weekend I was officially named Camper Of The Year at the famous Christmas Place (again). My friend and fellow blogger Marian Love was flown in by private jet to award me with the skull mount of my BIG DROPTINE BUCK.
My evil brothers Paul and Trent cried, pulled their hair and had hissy fits (again). They called the Game and Fish commission to extend deer season a few months. They said no (again)
Burney whined about some 4-point he shot and spent the day sulking (again). Mark argued for some big hog he shot and was hooted off the stage (again) Michael, Spencer and Austin were doing millennial things and missed the last weekend (again)
I rode on Thunderhoof through the streets of Tchula in the parade as the crowd threw roses and chanted "Droptine, Droptine! (again)
And with all the accolades pouring in, I just try to be your humble and truthful neighborhood blogger (again)

Monday, January 29, 2018

A Smelly Conclusion

This was the last weekend of deer season at the famous Christmas Place and my brother Satan, no the other brother (Paul) was in a frenzy to get a big buck. Lot's of people believe it was a case of Droptine Envy. Paul ran white-eyed through every food plot, looked behind the barn, kicked every brush top, checked the bunk room, went all around the lake and still no big deer could be found for him to blast. Saturday night I heard him scream "Eureka! I know where he is!
The next morning when the big truck pulled in the yard, Paul went out to meet the driver wearing his insulated underwear, wool socks a red bandana and carrying his 7 MAG.
The terrified driver went to work and started emptying the septic tank while Paul kept his rifle aimed at it. When he was through and burned rubber out of the driveway, Paul stuck his head and a flashlight down in the hole. "Hellooo-lo-lo-o?"
No big buck was hiding in the septic tank and our dejected hunter went back into the Droptine Lodge to chew old bones.
No deer and a smelly conclusion to our Deer Season.

Monday, January 22, 2018

Gone With The Rut

This past weekend at the famous Christmas Place, the weather submitted and we had excellent temperature to hunt in. Unfortunately, it seemed as if all the deer had just disappeared. Maybe they are hibernating? The woods seemed empty. No deer, no hogs, no rhinoceroses, nothing. Paul almost went crazy. There is one weekend left of deer season. Hopefully Spring and Golf will be here soon.

Monday, January 15, 2018

A Cold Deer For Tim

It was cold, so cold that I had given up and was just praying for dark so that I could get the hell back to our warm cabin. 15 minutes before pitch dark a shot rang out. That couldn't be Tim Crosby, I figured he had already frozen to death. I met him at the Levee Stand a few minutes later and he was as proud as could be. He made a long shot and dropped the big 7 point at about 175 yards.
A damn fine shot in freezing temps and a 20 mph wind.
Burney had shot a pig and we got a pic of those two morons together

Monday, January 08, 2018

2018 Started Right

We got to the ffamous Christmas Place and the world renowned Droptine Lodge this weekend to get after the deer as the new year started. I even brought my old friend Matt Parham even though he is a banker. Friday afternoon the shooting started and when the smoke finally cleared Burney had 2 hogs and so did Matt.
I t was really cold the next morning and Spencer got an antlerless deer, but Burney came through after lunch and got this really wide 6 point that had been roaming around trying to get shot.
Looks like a great start for 2018!

Wednesday, January 03, 2018

Crappie New Year!!!

Thousands packed the street in Water Valley while the Big Creek marching band played "Hail To The Fish" and watched the seconds count down at the First Annual Crappie Drop in Water Valley. Refreshments of all types flowed freely in the frigid atmosphere as the joyous and rowdy crowd roared as the big fish dropped at the stroke of midnight. A great night, a fun night and a hope for a prosperous and Happy New Year!
(PS No fish were injured in the event)

Tuesday, January 02, 2018

Holiday Hunting News

While I was curled up under my blanket resting on my laurels, the rest of the camp members were hunting like crazy. Michael got in his yearly 2 days of hunting and shot this nice 10 point on the Taj Mahal stand.

The next day, Paul, suffering a dose of Droptine fever managed to shoot this 9 point on the edge of the cottonfield. I think it was hiding under the ammonia tank.

In related news the camphouse at the famous Christmas Place has been named Droptine Lodge.
Sounds appropriate, wonder where they got that from?

Sunday, December 31, 2017

A Droptine Christmas

I have hunted up that lake this year 'til I was blue in the face and finally realized I needed a new plan. I was hunting where the deer weren't, I needed to hunt where the deer was.
I decided to hunt the south cornfield. Everyone tried to get me to change my mind so I knew it must be red hot. It Was!
At 5 o'clock the field was full of deer and this big 10 point with a droptine stepped out. BLAM!
The big buck did not run far and after I checked it I walked out to the edge of the cottonfield to smoke and wait for dark so I could pick up the other hunters.
Out of the woods comes  couple of hogs, BLAM! I got that SOB too!
Erin, Mason, Stewart Allen and I ended up loading them up after a wild hunt through the cottonfield for the hog. This was definitely a wonderful  Droptine Christmas!!!


from the neighbors trail cam


Friday, December 29, 2017

Return of the Iowa Kid

I take it back. Trent must have learned something from his hunt in Iowa. He returned to the Christmas Place on Christmas Eve morning and blasted this very nice 8-pt with a 19 inch spread. He hunted the new stand at the Point that Mark and I put up after complaining about it. Well, Well.
Congratulations on a fine deer!

Saturday, December 23, 2017

Christmas Place Notes and Quotes

from Paulooge
"Are there no hanging poles?"
"Are the deer farms and Taxidermist still in business?"
"The deer that we can't get there should be shot to reduce the excess population"

Poor Burney can't get to camp. Today is only the 38th day in a row that he went hunting.
Trent can't kill a deer on a plantation in Iowa where they tie them to a tree for you to shoot and now he is complaining because he hasn't killed a deer at camp this year.
Mark Stewart got his hog, I didn't know what to do so I called his cell phone and made hog grunts at him until I heard him run off the road.
Me (Rex) I am alone for Christmas in front of a roaring fire watching Christmas movies and dreaming about grunting up big old bucks.
Hope you have a Merry Christmas!

Monday, December 18, 2017

A Hog For Christmas

Mark Stewart left the camp to go blast a nice big buck, but what he found as he entered the North Cornfield made him change his mind. The whole field looked like it had been recently plowed without anything growing to show the nice food plot it was just a week ago. His eyes narrowed, he turned red, he was so mad that deer hunting disappeared from his mind and an old saying came to him "Death to Hogs!"
He climbed in the stand and put his rifle aside, he would wait for whatever hateful creature had the gall to destroy our field. Deer came and went, not interested. Just before dark a huge black shadow eased out of the woods about 75 yards away. A giant hog! A damn She-Devil! He grabbed his gun and drew down. BLAM! right in the neck. The hog took off like a bolt of lightning across the field.
When Paul showed up after killing his puny hog, they couldn't lift the Monster Mark shot, so we all went to get it that night. It was the biggest hog ever taken by Mark at 260 lbs. You would have thought he shot a 14-point buck he was so happy. Merry Christmas Mark!

Thursday, December 14, 2017

A Lammey Gets His Buck????

Yes indeed, these are strange time when the Howell's have to look at a picture of a big buck killed by a Lammey. Maybe things are changing for the better.
James Lammey (our cousin) took this fine buck up at Abbeville last weekend. Very cool split browtines! Congratulations!!!!!!!
I am sure he will be glad to give a few hunting lessons to the members at the Christmas Place.

Tuesday, December 12, 2017

Tiny Goes Down

On a weekend when the rut finally kicked in and deer were running everywhere, my brother Paul (Satan) managed to shoot the buck we affectionately called Tiny. 190 lbs. with an 18 inch spread and large points on each side except for tiny, tiny browtines. The big  8-pt buck was taken across the Beaverdam, (no, you are not allowed to hunt over there),  late Friday afternoon.
PS The main part of the rut will be this weekend and I am free!

Thursday, December 07, 2017

I Hate Telephones

The phone rings
Satan says "Ohh, the weather's cold. Those big bucks are jumping everywhere, too bad you're not going to be at camp this weekend" Click!
Burney calls (do any of these people have a damn job)
"Hey Rex, Man it's going to be great camp this weekend. The rut just hit full time. Probably will be the best weekend of the year. I'm thinking about hunting up the backside of the lake. Don't mind do you?" HA-HA. Click!
Mark then calls and says "I'm leaving at 11AM on Friday, the wind is perfect, the bucks are running and I hear you are going to stay home and vacuum the house. Too damn bad" Click!
I hate telephones.

Tuesday, December 05, 2017

A Long Hot Deer Season

I was in the 70's this past weekend at the famous Christmas Place. Just right for sunbathing in your stand bur not for deer hunting. On top of that, the Super Moon had deer swarming around the camp all night long while we sat around the fire and did some serious pontificating.
Marian came over and we hunted one afternoon together which was fun and see seemed overjoyed to see how all the leaves were turning and I think really had a good time, even though her leg won't work and we made her sleep back in the bunk room with the rats. NO DEER.
Cold weather is coming though. Here I am pontificating about that no-good rascal Thunderhoof.
Here is a picture of all the sunbathers, I mean hunters

Terry, Satan, Beezelbub, Spencer, Marian, Rex, Tim (Thunderhoof not pictured)

Tuesday, November 28, 2017

We Lost Our Great Friend Bobby

This past weekend we lost our great cousin Bobby Howell, Burney's Dad. We had Thanksgiving Dinner and Friday had to go to Senatobia for the funeral. He had a great life as a trapper, hunter, fisherman and all around outdoorsman. He has been a staple with our camp for over 30 years and worked with me for several years at Howell Realty while we were changing over to Howell Realty and Appraisal.
 Everyone of us are going to miss him.
He was also very sociable and when I was actually killing deer he would always help me get it in. His idea was to go look at it, poke it with his cane, say :That's a good one" and get back in the truck while I busted a hernia getting the deer up to the tailgate. I am going to miss his quick wit and funny stories and the way he was always a major part of the Howell Deer Camp.
PS I bought that coat for him in the picture and think it was his favorite. Also we have not killed a damn buck yet!

Tuesday, November 21, 2017

The Island of Misfit Deer

This weekend I will start my annual trip to the Island of Misfit Deer. Going by boat, I will once again do my duty to check on these poor misshapen deer. The island is filled with big bucks with grotesque and gruesome antlers that I am sure no decent hunter would want adorning their walls. 27 pointer, double or triple drop tines, split brow tines, massive horns pointing in every direction,irregular horns so big that they can not be calculated by any known measurement. Somebody has to do this. Wish me Luck!

Monday, November 20, 2017

Opening Weekend Gun Season 2017

no deer, no hogs, no activity, no nothing

Wednesday, November 15, 2017

Introducing #42 Maralyn Bullion

This past weekend we celebrated my Aunt Maralyn Bullion's 95th birthday. It was a surprise party that did not surprise her but we had a great time. The secret she did not know was that she was going to be honored on the field during the OLE MISS game the next day.
James, Missy, Kent, Marijean, Denise, her daughter Alexis and boyfriend Curtis and myself are in the stands when Kent says "There she is out on the field" James says "I can't see her, what number is she wearing?" We decide it must be #42 cause she is a half back if I ever saw one. Unfortunately she did not get to play, but it was great to see her honored by OLE MISS on the field.

Friday, October 27, 2017

Brock Howell My Friend



I have waited 2 weeks to post this and it hurts too much to talk much about it, so I will keep this post short and when the time comes that I can write about fun times I will.
My nephew, my friend, my partner, my buddy has left us. He died in his sleep. He was 25 and worked with me here at HOWELL APPRAISAL. He was good, kind, conscientious, intelligent, very good at his job and a true friend. You don't get many like that in a lifetime. I will miss him always.
This is my most favorite picture. Having fun on Bourbon St after the Sugar Bowl.

Monday, October 09, 2017

Worlds Largest Squirrel Taken

Squirrel Camp was a blazing success this year at the famous Christmas Place. James Howell, bee profiteer, blasted this giant Squirrel, to take the world record on squirrels. There is a slight dispute as most of our so-called hunters were too drunk to say they actually examined the beast. Some of the others wouldn't know a squirrel from a porcupine, and others said it might be a wild hog, but they are not very reputable. So.. you heard it here first!