Wednesday, April 19, 2017

A Party For Cullen

This past weekend the Lammeys threw a party for my cousin, Cullen, who recently passed and in the tradition of the Lammeys and Howells, they threw a great party to send him off. The party was at the VFW in Hernando with food, drinks, war stories and  great renewing of our ties with family.
Here is a pic of my favorite people in the world
Jack Rhea, Davin Lammey, Your friendly neighborhood blogger Rex Howell, and Jim Lammey.

Monday, April 10, 2017

Gobble! Gooble! Double! Double!

My brother James and his daughter, Mahala, got a double! Congratulations!

Thursday, April 06, 2017

Everybody Got A Turkey (but Paul)

Turkey season is in full swing and everybody I know has already blasted a turkey but my poor brother Paul. (Boo Hoo, It's terrible.) People are walking up and down the streets with 25 lb. turkeys hanging across their backs. Little old ladies in the grocery store have a shotgun under one arm and a big turkey under the other. Turkeys are everywhere. I can't go to the mailbox without one trying to grab my mail. Can't play golf without a big gobbler trying to steal my ball. Water Valley has them wandering in and out of traffic and they have become a major nuisance. Even so, Everybody has killed a turkey. What's wrong with Paul?

Tuesday, March 28, 2017

A Streecar Named Thunderhoof

Denise and I spent last weekend in New Orleans. We went to attend the wedding of her cousin, Ellen and had a wonderful time. Our hotel was in the Garden District which is an area that I have been wanting to explore for years and we did! We enjoyed the wonderful old homes and architecture, made our way to the French Quarter, ate and drank everything in sight, visited the WWII Museum and the Civil War Museum. It was all great, but mostly I wanted to ride an old streetcar that winds up through the Garden District. The famous Thunderhoof streetcar.. It has been rolling along almost forever and is famous in New Orleans and famous to us also. I think the name and why it is named Thunderhoof is almost lost in history but probably has to do with the fascinating story of the giant buck deer that charged the British lines and held them at bay until the American forces could counter-attack and win the Battle of New Orleans. General Jackson at the time said "That's one big deer, we ought to name a streetcar after him or something" So there, history was made. If you don't believe it, here is a picture.

Wedding pics of Ellen and Chris
 Josh, Sarah, Ellen and Denise

Wednesday, March 22, 2017

A Successful Turkey Weekend

This past weekend was the first weekend of turkey season and Paul, James, Michael, Terry Cutrair and his son-in-law Brantley plus myself were all at camp to get after the turkeys.       ( I go once a year whether I want to or not)
A lot of fun was spent around the camp fire and a great meal supplied be Terry's wife Pam on Saturday night really made the weekend but Friday was hard as we were up and about hunting with no results. Brantley was hunting with Paul so the odds on him getting a turkey were pretty slim as Paul is a shoot first, ask questions later kind of guy.
Saturday morning Brantley went with Paul again up behind the Indian Mound area and at daylight a big turkey gobbled right in front of them. They set their decoy, jumped in some brush and almost immediately the big gobbler came running. Now Brantley is a nice guy, even though he is an insurance salesman. He also has never shot a turkey and was stunned as the turkey started strutting only 15 yards away. For some reason we will never know, Paul could not get a shot and whispered "Shoot, Shoot, Shoot!" Brantley obliged and the big gobbler went up in a puff of feathers.
The turkey weighed 17 1/2 lbs, with a 10-inch beard.
A very well deserved congratulations to Brantley!

Monday, March 13, 2017

They're Backkkk!!!

Robbie Parsons, looking all mean shows off his even more mean looking hog from the famous Christmas Place this past weekend. Congrats!!

Wednesday, March 01, 2017

Where Have You Gone, Joe DiHoggio?

The annual Hog Hunt at the famous Christmas Place was a real dud this year. We have seen very few hogs this year and no one saw a hog during the weekend hunt this year. Where have they gone?
Deer season was a success and we hate hogs, but darn it, it would have been nice to have a few on the pole for our big hog hunt.
On the bright side, the weather was great and Burney's friends managed to kill about a 1000 beers around our campfire, so everyone had a great time.

Thursday, February 16, 2017

Adventures In Appraisal

One of the things I really like in residential appraising is doing the older homes. The woodwork, the thought that went into design, the quality of the time and how they built these homes with the very basic of tools compared to what we have today. Another thing is that you never know what you will find or learn while doing them.
This week while appraising a home in Coffeeville, MS the young lady asked me if I had ever seen this and opened her bedroom door to show me a small niche carved in the frame of her door.
She pulled a small cylinder out of the niche and in it was a scroll she then opened to show me.
She said it was Jewish from the Torah. A very interesting piece of history to find in a little Mississippi town. I have found out from her, Denise and others some history on this. It is called a mezuzah, a blessing secured on the frames of all the major doors inside the home

Thursday, February 02, 2017

Making Bacon Great Again In 2017

Burney has come up with this logo for our Christmas Place Hog Hunt 2017. Underneath it will say "Making Bacon Great Again" Call him if you need a T-shirt.

Wednesday, January 25, 2017

The Curse of Count Buckula

This is it, the last weekend of the deer season. We are all headed (once again) to the famous Christmas Place to give it one more try to get a giant buck. Everyone has had a great year and are not to worried about getting a deer, everyone but Vlad Paul the Impaler.
Paul aka Count Buckula has a thirst for more deer blood and is in a frenzy to get one more buck before the season is over. He is already claiming every stand on the property and swears he will be in a stand by Friday afternoon before any of us get there. Warning: Stay out of his way while the blood thirst is upon him, and to the deer- RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!

Monday, January 23, 2017

Weekend With Marian

This past weekend, Marian Love came to hunt with us. She is well known from her great blog at Marian's Hunting Stories. She is a great friend, prolific blogger and very good photographer. She was also a real delight to hunt with. She is recovering from knee surgery which made it hard to get around but she was game to get after the deer. The only deer (doe) was taken by Mark the Mailrider but we all had a very fun weekend.
 Stewart Allen, Mark, Rex, Burney, Marian, Paul
 Quacking for Deer with your friendly neighborhood Deer Blogger
heading for the buggy after a beautiful morning hunt

Thursday, January 19, 2017

Surviving The Pit of Despair

First of all, Burney got his buck. Second, OMG!, it was in the deepest darkest, most desolate crater on the whole property. Burney had taken a buck there about 10 years ago and after we got it out, everyone pledged never to get near that Pit of Despair again.
While loading my deer, Burney showed up and said he had a deer, then told me where it was. OMG! I almost had another heart attack. But gamely, Mark, Burney, Crosby
and I went after it. We had two flashlights, a smoking 4-wheeler and 50 feet of rope.
We followed a narrow trail downward until it became so narrow you had to stand sideways to stay on it with 100 foot drops on either side, ( a mountain goat would not be stupid enough to go down it, but we did) then at the end rappelled down into a beautiful little valley with a flowing stream. Perfect to get a deer. Then I looked up at the mountain above us to drag the deer out. OMG!  Move the deer 5 feet, it slid back 3. We had to get 3/4 the way up before the rope would reach the maximum limit that the 4-wheeler was able to back down the trail. Finally, finally we hooked on and got the deer out. I will never go back into that hateful Pit of Despair again!

Monday, January 16, 2017

A Big Fish

This really nice 9 point showed up on the bank of the lake on Saturday afternoon  and I made a perfect cast to catch him with my .270.  He weighed 180 lbs and I almost had a heart attack getting him in the boat!

Tuesday, January 03, 2017

Another Buck Bites The Dust

Paul Howell likes to do his killing before breakfast, and soon after we got on our stands Friday morning, the air was filled with the sound of flying lead. The happy killer blasted the unsuspecting deer on the Box field and he was back at camp by 8:30 with the big buck.
This time the 10 point ? weighed in at a reasonable 200 lbs with a nice heavy rack. A very nice deer.
Don't worry he is back in the woods trying to get his limit of 3 and I am sure we will be hearing from him again

Thursday, December 22, 2016

A White-Eyed Panic

I totally understand. My brother, Satan (Paul), had been deluged with bucks all weekend. Trent and I had already taken big bucks and Paul was in a fever to get his. A deer would jump out. Too small, Another one would run by, How many horns did that SOB have? Back and forth for too days until Paul was completely white-eyed and feverish. He was talking to himself and bitching that the big ones were all dead. Trent and I laughed and laughed and laughed. Needless to say we did not rub salt in his wounds. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Finally, he could take it no more. A buck ran out, a 6 point, another one strolled by, too small. He had the safety off, sweating in the sub zero temperature. A deer ran by, Wait, He saw 5 points on one side. BOOM, BOOM!!! The deer went down.
Being the nice brother I am, I went to help him drag it out. I picked it up, slung it over my shoulder and carried it to the 4 wheeler, It was a little on the small side.
Good News, the people at Bass Pro said it was a world record as the smallest buck they had ever been asked to score. It only missed Boone and Crockett by 100 points.

Wednesday, December 14, 2016

The Voyage of the Wayward Whitetail

"Avast ye Lubbers, and harken to my tale of derring and bravery in a terrifying land of monsters and big bucks.
The Wayward Whitetail weighed anchor and sailed before the dawn through perilous shoals, and whirlpools guided by my intricate knowledge of the oceans and one candle. With one hand on the tiller and the other with a mug of Rum, I headed across an ocean of Typhoons, Hungry Water Gators,
and Piranha Carp to a terrifying land of Cyclops, Monsters and Giant Horned Bucks.
In a mighty battle with the Sinister Buck of Paul, I slew the beast using my wits, my trusty .270 Ruger and some nifty ninja moves I learned on the Internet. The beast is dead,  and I will return  for the King of the Monster Bucks once I give the evil Sorcerer, Paul the Pitiless, an autographed picture of my deer for Christmas.
The big 8 point weighed in at 210 lbs. with a 17 3/4 inch spread. Another great trip up the lake at the famous Christmas Place!

Tuesday, December 13, 2016

Good News For Water Valley

Maybe better, Great news for the citizens of Water Valley as they can now all rest peacefully in their beds at night. The news is that Judge Howell has finally killed a deer. This means that court will not be cancelled all winter again, it means that the criminals lurking in the dark will actually be locked up, and foreclosures on little old ladies with cats will decrease immensely. Thank God!!!
Trent shot this really nice buck near the Beaver Dam at the famous Christmas Place last Sunday morning. A 9-point weighing 200 lbs. Congratulations, Trent!
The down side is that now I will be expected to pay my rent all winter.

Friday, December 09, 2016

Selfies With Thunderhoof

That damn deer pesters me every time I go hunting, so I have decided to take a few selfies with him while I am out hunting this weekend. I just wish I could get his pic on the hanging pole or at least keep him from running all the deer off while I'm out there.. Stupid deer will not leave me alone.

Monday, December 05, 2016

The Big Bang

Deer season this year has been slow, and this past weekend was rain, rain and more rain. No one expected to do any good but gamely we went after the deer. The weather was so bad that just being huddled into a stand was all we could expect to survive, much less kill a big buck.
At 7 AM a BIG BANG rolled across the property and everyone knew exactly where it came from.
The infamous deer killer, Paul Howell, had struck again.
As the morning passed, more and more of the hunters straggled in wet to the bone, but no Paul.
Finally, he came in to camp. Wet, wild haired, wild eyed, exhausted and totally devastated he staggered into the camp house and told his story.
The big 10 pt was crossing in front of him about 80 yards through the woods and it was a last minute shot. Paul said he never got a good rest, and pulled the trigger anyway. He found a few drops of blood but the angry deer snorted at him when he went to go find the trophy and galloped off into parts unknown. Paul spent hours searching but no luck. Looks like that deer escaped the wrath of Paul to live another day.

Monday, November 28, 2016

Hog Eyes

I have seen it before and can now spot it a mile away. The haunted look, shaky hands, drool on the lips, low grunting and moaning and the eyes, yes, wild staring Hog Eyes. Yep, my brother James had HOG FEVER and my friend Phillip at The Hog Blog would have been proud. Mark Stewart stays that way all the time so it is easy to spot. SOB hates a damn hog and James is right in there with him.
I put him at the Beaverdam to hunt deer but he wanted to be close to the swamp in case he heard a hog. He did and snuck to the bottom of the hill eased into the brush and tried his newest contraption. Phillip would be so proud! A new game caller that works through your phone. He turned on the Hog Social Grunt call and a minute later he could see the cane parting as the big hog headed straight at him. At 10 yards it entered the tiny opening and he cut down on it with buckshot between the eyes!
The big hog weighed 230 lbs. A really big one. Congratulations James!

Monday, November 21, 2016

That's A Big Fat Zero!

Deer season with rifles opened this past weekend and the members at the famous Christmas Place notched a big fat Zero for the opening weekend. Paul said "It's Trent's fault for not getting the fields done in time." Trent said "It's Paul's fault for running the deer off with all his pals galloping around the woods last weekend." I said "Shoot me now"

Thursday, November 17, 2016

Muzzle-Loader Success

The season started with a bang, or a boom as the members and guests at the famous Christmas Place started the year off right by taking 7 deer this past weekend.  We also put our best man (James Howell) in charge of eradicating the hog population but that went nowhere. No one at the camp minded since they were still drunk from watching the great Ole Miss-Texas A&M game.
final score Camp 7- OM-29 TAMU-28

Friday, November 11, 2016

2016- And So It Begins

The first weekend of the hunting season with muzzleloaders starts this weekend and everyone is headed to the famous Christmas Place as early as they can today. It has been quiet there and the deer we have seen are few and far between. No one has any idea what this season will bring. Our fields have suffered under a drought but recent rains should help revive them but it is a crap shoot this early. No matter, I promise we will all have a good time.

Monday, October 31, 2016

Lost In The Witch Cane

There is a wide ridge in the middle of our property thickly covered with Witch Cane.  Sometimes called Cane, Bamboo, Switch Cane, Owl Cane, etc. but down here they call it Witch Cane. However  you call it, through the middle of this cane thicket is a narrow track made by loggers 70-80 years ago that you can barely see, but if you follow it and get through to the other side, there is a little hidden valley that I discovered was filled with big buck sign. So yes, I took my climber in there after lunch and worked my way as quietly as I could through the thick cane, having to turn sideways and almost on my knee some of the way, but I made it through and set up my stand in a nice hickory tree and waited. That afternoon was bright and sunny and I saw deer after deer but not the big buck I wanted and after a great hunt, I got down out of my stand after dark and headed back.  I found my flashlight and turned it on. Now flashlights are not my specialty and they are supposed to work when you need them and worrying about batteries is not something you think about until you need them.  I turned it on and a feeble yellow glow was all the light I had.  I headed up into the Witch Cane.
I don’t know when I got off the trail but it was pretty quick, all I could see was the faint glow around me and the thick cane. The mistake I made was cutting back and forth trying to find the trail, and suddenly I was completely turned around. I’m carrying the climber on my back, sweating and a little panicky and I decided a straight line was best. I had to come out somewhere. The cane got thicker and thicker as I pushed my way through and suddenly I fell out into a small opening about 5 feet around. I was holding the small flashlight in my mouth so I could use my hands to fight my way, so I fell  almost to the ground and the dim light caught something right below me. Half covered in leaves and dirt was a broken tombstone. Everything went quiet like in a horror movie, and the moon suddenly rose giving a faint light. I brushed the dirt away in the dim light and could make out some faint writing inscribed. I brushed away more, then scraped the moss away with my knife. I could see the word in capital letters on the grave marker. W-I-T-C-H . Witch! I froze, but my mind was screaming at me to run, to get away. I stood up listening. No sound, no wind, nothing. It was deathly quiet.

Then a soft breeze touched the top of the cane, or maybe they moved themselves as it seemed a slight whisper went through them, a muttering stretching out as far as I could hear through the tops of the cane, then I heard it louder coming back, and a slight fog seemed to slowly start forming over the grave.

Unlike the horror movies, I did not wait any longer. I took off wide open, leaving my climber behind. I did not let up until I broke through the can a few hundred yards from my truck. I caught a breath, changed gears and made it to the truck in record time.

If you are looking for a great used climber, I can tell you where to get one free of charge, I’m sure it’s right where I left it.

Friday, October 28, 2016

Where's My Dog?

Gracie has been missing a week and Camo and I can't find that dog anywhere. She is a roamer and hasn't got a collar, but is as gentle and sweet a dog as I've ever seen.  Pit Bull.Lame in left rear leg from getting whacked by a car. If you see her please call me 662-473-7996.

Monday, October 24, 2016

No Squirrels For You

The squirrel hunt was a disaster. I should have known when I realized that Paul was in charge. The total killed was just enough for squirrel and dumplings. No one got the limit. The weather was pleasant but dry so we think the squirrels were all on vacation at the beach. Paul should know better that to organize a hunt during their vacation time.

Wednesday, September 07, 2016

Careful, Careful !

Went to camp a week ago just to cut grass around the camp. Trent cuts a big swath through the front yard on the tractor and Burney sees something about 2 inches from the cut. A newborn fawn! In the front yard! Needless to say they did not cut near the baby deer but kept a close watch on it hoping the Mama would show up soon. Paul did make some noise about how it would taste like chicken until we sent him off to check stands. That evening the deer was still there but the next morning the Mom had come and they were gone.

Tuesday, August 16, 2016

Waiting For Global Cooling

Ready for winter, too bad the rest of you will freeze your fannies off.

Tuesday, August 09, 2016

Erin the Queen turns 19

August 6th is the date that the Queen bee turned 19. Happy Birthday Erin!