Mark Scores A Ten

Mark Stewart, famed Hogologist, scored his 2nd big buck of the year this weekend hunting on the ground up at the 72 acre stand. The 205 lb. 10 point was chasing does in the big field when
Mark blasted him at point blank range. Congrats on a great season!

Auld Lang Deer

"Should old Deer Hunts be forgot,
and n'er brought to mind?

Should old Deerhunters be forgot
in days of Auld Lang syne.

For Auld Lang Syne, and deer
for Old Great Times!

We'll have a cup of kindness yet
for hunters of Auld Lang Syne!

A Quick Trip

Burney has been AWOL for awhile now, but finally made a quick trip down to the Christmas Place on Thursday afternoon. the wind was right swo he headed up to the 72 acre stand. BLAM! he shot a hog going in. BLAM! he shot a hog under his stand. Hogs were laying all around him so 30minutes later he decided to walk out and a big buck was standing in the edge of the woods looking at him. BLAM! He managed to get 2 hogs, a really nice 8-point and it added up to over 450 lbs of meat on the table. WOW! Congrats, Burney!

Santa's No Deer Camp Christmas Poem

There'll be no Christmas at Deer Camp this year.

Those fools keep shooting at my deer!
And you would not believe the horrid smell,
those hunters put deer urine on Everywhere!

 I'm not coming, no, no indeed

Even though I really know what they need.
They all want a change of luck
so they can get that great big buck

 There'll be no Christmas at Deer Camp this year

I ride by there in deadly fear!
And you would not believe the hell
of interrupting a midnight card game there

 I'm not coming, someone will draw a bead,

Even though I have exactly what they need
They all need a change of luck
to get that great big 10 point buck.

 There'll be no Christmas at Deer Camp this year

Those fools keep shooting at my deer!
Well, Maybe I'll bring just a little luck
so they can finally get that trophy buck.

A Scorched Hog

To the best of my knowledge this is what happened. There was a terrible storm brewing just before daylight as everyone headed out to their stands. A low rumbling in the sky was growing and Trent decided he would hunt the Point Stand in case the storm hit and he could get back to camp quickly.
At daylight he was safe on his stand as the big clouds rolled above him and then the wind went still.
Everything was deathly quiet and he could hear the quick steps of an animal trotting toward him through the brush. He knew it was a big buck and raised his rifle. A big, black hog came out and crossed in front of him. "Hell with this" he thought and found the hog in his scope.
Everything went white as a huge bolt of lightning cut the sky and hit. He jerked away as he pulled the trigger and the sound of the shot was lost in the loud KA-BOOM of the lightning strike. When he could see again the hog lay dead about 50 yards from him. He jumped out of the metal tripod lightning rod he was sitting in and came back to camp. We got the hog and Trent feels like he hit him solid but all I found was a big scorched mark on his side.

Antler Bowl Results

Bad weather and rain covered the famous christmas Place and the hordes of spectators there to watch the Antler Bowl. It was a muddy affair with the Bucks outwitting the Marauders as several good bucks escaped and ran up the score. The only saving grace was when Rex Howell, your friendly neighborhood blogger, blasted this nice 10 point on the South Cornfield stand. They shoot 10 points, don't they? Final score 34-10 Bucks win.

Antler Bowl 2012

This weekend the world renowned Antler Bowl will be happening at the famous Christmas Place. The Marauders are very strong this year and have already put a bullet in at least 6 big bucks and have been waiting for the Still-Season and the Antler Bowl to start so they can get a few of those big wall-hanger bucks on the pole.

Coach Thunderhoof of the Bucks says that his team is not a-feared! The big bucks have been laying low and plan to run rampant over the pesky humans this weekend and give them a thrashing they will never forget. They have some huge running razor backs that have transferred over from Bacon Flats to smash the line and create gaps for the big bucks to get to the goal line. Should be a bruiser of a weekend!

More Damn Mark Pics!

Mark is about to drive me crazy. Here are some more pics of his damn hog weekend.

 

 

this last one is the very last straw........

Marks Totally Hog Wild Weekend

so, I am headed down to the famous Christmas Place this weekend and the phone rings. Mark says "Hey, are you bringing a camera?" (oh, crap!) :Uhhh, yes???" He says "Good, you can take a picture of this big mule I just got at the North cornfield!
This started a wild weekend that Mark will talk and talk and talk about forever. Jeez!
The big 8-point weighed 190 lbs. and everyone was fired up for Saturday morning to arrive.
Paul came in with Michael and Tim Crosby that night and later Spencer showed up with two buddies named Joe and Peachy. Let me tell you, those two kids were stone cold killers!

Saturday morning I took Peachy and hunted the Dove Field and he took a big hog off in the swamp while Joe blasted another one that got away. Paul also got a big 170 lb. boar. Hogs were running everywhere.

That afternoon Tim got a doe up the creek and Paul shot a nice buck over the mountain. Peachy and Joe brought in another hog. Pauls' buck was another 8-point that weighed 200 lbs. then Sunday morning the action really started!
No one did any good that morning, mainly because of the steady BOOM, BOOM of Marks rifle ringing across the property. Mark took 6 hogs at one time, he ran out of bullets and got the last one with his pistol! The woods over there are still ringed in smoke and the road leading in is now known as the road of death and the stand has been renamed Pork Chop Hill!

Mississippi Boat Ride

I went up the Lake Saturday morning and had a really good hunt. saw several bucks but not the big one I wanted. Came in for lunch and Trent asked if he could go up the Lake with me that afternoon.
We headed up the Lake and I dropped Trent off in a gar hole where he would never kill a deer much less see one. I got on my stand and a couple of hours later heard him shoot. BLAM! The sound reverberated off the water and I hunkered down. Saw wome more deer and a couple of nice bucks and right before dark a big hog came out. I cut down on him. BLAM, BLAM, he was still moving, BLAM! I finally got the hog in the boat after dark, found Trent, got his big buck in the boat along with all our equipment and rifles and headed toward the dock. The little aluminum boat was absolutely full and loaded to the gunwales. The little electric motor could just barely push us and I think all you could see was our noses coming up the lake cause the boat was almost under water.
We finally made it to the dock and Trent turned and said"Now, that's a Mississippi Boat Ride!"

Trent's big buck was 185 lbs with a 17 inch spread. Really, Really Nice, but the important thing was my giant hog. It was a big Rochester Redback. the most evil hog of all. 160 lbs. of pure murderous hate with 3 inch tusks dripping with blood. I should get a medal! Here's a pic of our successful Thanksgiving weekend hunt.

Opening Day Success

Opening day of the first gun season was the most successful we haqve ever had. My dad fell and hurt himself Friday night and put a damper on things but everyone hunted Saturday while he laid up
Paul took this fantastic 8-point 200 lb., 20 inch spread buck about 7:30AM when it came wandering up to him like they always do.

 

   

 

 

We, of course were all happy and excited for him, as we tried to decide whether to shoot him or knock him in the head with a stick as we listened to him drone on and on about it.

That afternoon I headed up to the South Corn field, Spencer went to Spike Camp and Trent went to Squirrel Road. At 5:30 this super nice 7-point 190 lb., 17.5 inch spread buck came through and BLAM! I got my buck! I heard Spencer shoot and when I got to camp Spencer had taken a really large 140 lb. doe. 

 

 

So, two nice bucks for opening day, which we have never done before. Paul and Trent also got hogs this weekend to top it off. The only drawback is Dad has a couple of cracked ribs and will be on the sidelines for the unforseeable future. 

 

 

 

Deer Eve

Today is deer eve and everything is quiet as we wait for opening day to arrive. All the rifles are sighted in, the stands are hung from the trees, all the wives are mad as hell and it looks like the big bucks are moving. Another gun season is about to start! Hurray!
In the distance you can hear a few people still shooting as they zero in their rifles, most men have their hunting stuff ready to go and I am heading to camp in about an hour or so. will give a report and hopefully start blogging regularly with the new season starting.
Looks like a low turnout with Paul, Trent, Dad, Spencer,Erin, and myself at camp tonight.
Tomorrow we (I) need to get a big buck on the pole to get everyone fired up again.

Muzzle-Load Success

It was a fun weekend as we got 3 deer and 1 hog this past weekend. Trent brought two guest (Jim and Jack) from Tennessee and Paul brought Lex Luthur (Dave) , Stewart Allen and his son up.
Stewart, Jim and Trent got deer and Trent also got a hog. Deer season opener for bucks is next weekend.

It Starts

Bow season is already open, but the first muzzle load season opens this weekend for does only. Should be an interesting weekend. Paul will be there with his entourage and even
Trent is bringing two guest. I think they are Kentucky moonshiners. My buddy, Mr. Jones cancelled and the great white hunter, Joe Black could not make it. We will see if there are any deer wander around and maybe pop a hog if I get a chance. See you at the hanging pole.

Vote Thunderhoof!

All of you need to remember to go and vote for Thunderhoof for President today. I can assure you that he could clean out the whole Congress and all those lobbyists in about 15 minutes with his giant antlers. VOTE TODAY!

Sure Shot

The only Lammey that is a real deer hunter. Dean got this nice 135lb. doe Saturday afternoon with a perfect shot.

The SS Whitetail

This weekend Camo and I are headed for camp to get some things done. Erin is coming up with Paul to help, so it should be a fun weekend. The main thing I have to do is go up the lake to check and do repairs on my stand. I hope to launch the SS Whitetail with my first mate, Camo, and my navigator, Erin, Saturday morning and sail South through the hordes of angry fish, eagles, and assorted Lake Monsters to reach my hidden stand. Should be interesting.

A Spooky Couple

Giant Tree Skywalk

Denise, Camo and I made the tree up north of Belzoni to Sky Lake and the skywalk there. It goes out into the middle of a gigantic swamp and circles up against the biggest cypress rees you could imagine. Several of the trees are over 1000 years old. you need to see it to believe it.

Whispers

People say that our little area of the Delta is the most haunted area in the state Of Mississippi. I can only say that I have seen many things that most people would not believe. Some people would laugh and say I drink to much, am too full of tall-tales, or I am just a damn liar. They have never faced the darkness that seems to gather at the famous Christmas Place Plantation.

Many restless spirits roam here. The beautiful and frightening Pond Stand Ghost, a column of Confederate soldiers marching to nowhere, a ghost train that cuts through the night on Halloween, and many others that shed their blood on this ground. One of the scariest and least seen is the ghost we call “The Whisperer”.

Across a big Beaverdam on the south side of the property is a deer stand called The Double White Oak. A long walk down an ancient road leads to a clearing with a gigantic double whiteoak tree at the end of it. The opening is a game foodplot with a stand overlooking it. Several nice deer have been taken from this stand but it is usually the long walk out after dark that can be terrifying.

The first time I encountered this ghost I was walking out on a starlit night after an evening hunt. The moon had just started to rise as I walked along holding my flashlight down in front of me. A whispered voice in my ear said “Hurry”

I stopped thinking it was my imagination. Looked all around as the chills ran up and down my spine and took off walking again. “Hurry, we need to hurry” the voice whispered. I stopped and shined my light all around looking for a source of the low whispering voice. I was scared now and pulled my rifle down to the crook of my arm.

I stepped forward, moving even quicker than before and had not gone ten steps when I heard the voice whisper again. “ Hurry, they’re coming” I didn’t break stride but kept marching. As I hurried through the darkness the voice settled on my ear, crying miserably and begging me to hurry. I was so scared that I did not look back but I could feel the spirit walking beside me, leaning into my ear and in terrible fear and agony whispering for me to hurry, hurry before they caught us.

I don’t think there is any harm in this poor spirit and I would like to know his story. I have tried talking to him over the years but it does no good. We have all heard his desperate pleadings over the years and are used to it now, but occasionally we let someone hunt there and wait to see if the ghost will scare the crap out of them.

Squirrel Camp 2012

The weather was pleasant, the temperature perfect and the squirrels were everywhere. A great squirrel camp was enjoyed by all. The squirrel and dumplings was great too, and everyone had a wonderful time.

Tree Rat Eradicaton Weekend

The infamous Squirrel Camp at the famous Christmas Place is this weekend and everyone is ready to go. This is a very important weekend and extremely important to the camp, the Delta, and probably the whole state of Mississippi. The first thing you need to know about squirrels is that they are EVIL. I would put them right up there with both my brothers. They swarm through our pecan grove eating every pecan in sight, and will bite you if you try to pick one up off the ground. It is impossible to even look at a mulberry without at least 5 or 6 of them jumping on you and either biting you or stealing your watch. Evil creatures. Worse than a swarm of Locusts. WE HAVE TO DO SOMETHING before they take over the world.
Plus they taste great with dumplings! See you there!

Council Fire

Dad's new book has been published. the name is "True Tales From the Council fire (plus some outright, baldfaced lies). The stories are varied but most are about hunting and some of the weird experiences he has seen in his 86 years. Dad has also done all the illustrations which is kind of neat. So hurry and buy at least 100 copies to give all your friends at Christmas!

Archery Opener 10 Point

You know some people have nothing to do in this world but amble around with enormous amounts of free time on their hands. Case in point. Burney. He shot this wonderful 10 point Saturday afternoon and I guess the rest of deer season is wide open for him. Congratulations on the first buck of the year, SOB.

Deer Hate Computers

The last two weeks have been a nightmare of epidemic proportions but a lot of interesting stuff has been going on that you need to catch up on. You need an update on the work camp. Not really, everyone knows Paul didn't do crap while everyone else worked. Dad's new book has been published, will write about that as soon as I can and a few other things have happened which I dare not talk about, but I digress.....
I came in on Monday, turned on my computer and nothing happened. The damn thing was dead as a door nail. I have been working to get some way to work on appraisals all week and it has been a nightmare. I checked the front and mysterious hoof prints on the box let me know that some horrible deer has sabotaged my computer. What twisted mind and what unknown reason eludes me. All I know is I have had every lender in the country scream at me this week and nothing I can do. Those damn deer will pay for this insult!

Back Into The Fray

Heading out for another work weekend at the famous Christmas Place. Last weekend all of the bottom land was planted and now we head up into the hills. A lot was done but last weekend was a disaster on many levels as I had a toothache and a lot of other problems to boot.No, you really don't want to know except that I am still mad.
Denise has gone out to California to visit her people so Camo and I will be heading down to get some work done. So, I am heading back into the fray to finish up before it is time to get serious about finding a big deer to hunt. Think I might take a rifle, I have a hankering for some killing, and maybe a wild hog will wander by me.

A Change In The Weather

Things did not go so well for my steak dinner, in fact I have been having a healthy dose of crow on my plate but things are changing. The weather has turned mild with just a hint of fall in the air and suddenly it feels like deer season is upon us. This weekend everyone is heading to camp to put in a good work weekend to get the stands and fields ready for opening day. Burney, Mark, Paul, Trent, Dad, Bobby, Me and a few others are expected to roll in and start early on Saturday morning.
Dad and my no good brothers have been seeing several respectable bucks so the hope is rising that some super bucks are just waiting to wander into my crosshairs come deer season.
Will let you know the situation as soon as possible.

Saturday Night Steak

This weekend those stupid Texans are coming to town wearing their horrible big hats, orange shirts, snakeskin boots, with jangling spurs and they are bringing their damn cow with them. Good! Saturday night about midnight we will be serving steak to everyone in the Grove after we beat their ass and cook their damn cow. When we are through, we are going to hang his big horns on the front of the Lyceum.

Squirrel Camp Set

The Big Game

Tonight the Gulfport Admirals will travel to Batesville to play the South Panola Tigers. Michael Howell who is #65 will be playing for Gulfport and he is fired up and ready to play. This may determine who emerges as the number one team in the state. Oh yeah, this is Sir Evil's son. (of course I mean Paul).
Paul says "Michael is great, blah, blah, blah... but when I played football blah, blah, blah" You get the picture. Tonight should be a great game and we are all pulling for Michael to do well and hope that Paul loses his voice before halftime. Mikey will be playing an offensive guard so make sure to go to the game and watch him. Good Luck, Michael.

Monday Deer Report

Only two camp members joined dad at the famous Christmas Place this past weekend. Burney and Trent.
Here is their report on deer activity.
Burney: "I saw deer everywhere I went, I saw 7 or 8 shooters, I don't know how many bucks, more does than I can count, sign everywhere, I even saw a couple of wild hogs. Things look great!"
Trent: "I didn't see anything."
Jeez, Here we go again.
In other news, the Rebels finally won a football game!

Rebels? Bears? Football!

This is game week around the country as football officially starts on Thursday. The Rebels of Ole Miss will play Saturday night. This is Sarah's first game as a freshman and she is really looking forward to the excitement of going to the game. Hope we win. Here is a picture of Sarah and her roommate in the Grove with our new (strange) mascot, a bear. Jeez.
In other news, I think this damn Presidential election is going to kill me.

Camp Inept

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 got on the tractor, cranked it, looked up and Burney was gone. Headed to Jackson. I am the only one working. Pretty screwed up weekend.

Riding The Rails With Camo

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.
Everyone says that the cost to run an excursion line or even to keep up the tracks and line is way too expensive and it won't pay for itself. I thought it would really help Water Valley to have a short track here for tourism and to highlight what was the golden era of the town. No interest.
 If you have an idea of how to use these, please write me. The locomotives are destined for the scrap yard if I can't figure a way to use them.

The Hog Meister

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.)
Last weekend between storms, Trent headed out to the point and made a long shot to knock this nasty varmint down. Who wants porkchops?

Hauling Harrows

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 loaded the damn thing with a little help from Sarah who thinks she is a supervisor too. Got it in the truck and made the remark "We getting the mule too?" they all looked at me and I realized I Was The Mule.!

Moving Day

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.
5 flights of stairs carrying boxes that I think were filled with shoes? Up, Down, Up, Down to get stuff in a room you can't swing a cat in. Sarah has a roommate from Texas named Christina Bass. Two girls with enough stuff to fill a department store as her roommate made sure she brought everything she had ever bought in Texas. Up, down, Up, down. 'Nuff said.

Creepy Business

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.
Will also give an update on that worthless, no good, infuriating flea bag of a deer, Thunderhoof, as soon as I can.

Shark Week

It was shark week when Denise and I headed down to the coast to visit Margaritaville.
 As you can see, it was very dangerous so we had to be prepared. Lots of sharks,crooked gamblers, lawyers, and lots of tattooed women. I just can't get Denise to get a tattoo








I made sure that Denise was protected from the sharks (land sharks, too) /This was not reall Denise's cup of tea that she wanted to do for her birthday but it was fun and she was a trooper about it. She even dropped a little money in the slots to see if we could win a million or two but no luck. The best part of the trip for both of us was lying around by the pool at the Beau Rivage doing nothing.
 Denise just hit 39!




We enjoyed the atmosphere, walked out and enjoyed the Margaritaville bar outside with a band area, sand and a tiki bar.Jimmy Buffetts place is more of a local hangout and a place to grab a beer after a day of golf, I'll have to go back sometime.
 Here is a pic of me with a a long-legged woman that got my attention. She was a good sport and I believe that this girl has the longest legs in the world 

Watermelon Carnival 2012

The Watermelon Carnival 2012 was really good. It was low-key but very nice. I did not take many pictures but the truth is that I made the number one mistake of forgetting my camera. The weather was hot but not blistering like in former years and it was a very fun event. The largest melon was at 156 lbs this year and there were several well over 100 lbs. Here is a pic of one of the biggest.
My cousin, Burney, came down to try his hand at selling watermelons and he and his friend, Peyton ,had a good time. They had a lot of yellow-meat melons and sold quite a few.

Looking Out My Front Door

This is a pic looking out the front door of my office. As you can see, Dad is watching and supervising the vendors as they set up this morning from the comfort of our front office porch. Later the park will be filled with people, we may actually have a parking jam around the square and everyone will start making the trek down to get involved with the Carnival.

Carnival Time!

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.
My friend Sandy talked me into ordering a couple hundred tubes of Watermelon Lip Balm that I will be giving away so come by to pick yours up.

Down To The Wire

I have avoided camp this summer like the plague. I have been so busy that my heart has just not been in it but we are getting down to the wire now and there is a lot to be done. First, I have to get through this weekend for Denise's Birthday and then the Watermelon Carnival the next weekend. Then I am through and ready to start. So get ready as I turn my thought to the coming deer season and all the problems, perils and craziness that follows the Christmas Place Hunting Club. I am sure it will be interesting for you again.
I also received a secret package from Phillip at the Hog Blog  that I will be writing about soon.

Bridge On The River Hershel

It was at least 100 degrees in the shade on that August morning and my Dad was in his element. He had about 15 men standing around him in the backyard of the camp ready to work and he is not a man to let opportunities like that pass him by. We headed up toward the lake and stopped at the wooden bridge where he divided us into teams to work. He sent Trent and a few others to bush-hog and clear roads in one area, another group to do the same across the BeaverDam and the rest he said would repair the bridge. He reached in the back of his truck and pulled out 2 picks, 2 shovels, and a sledge hammer. I thought I was a dead man. The object was to remove the layer of packed gravel from the top of the bridge, remove the cross-ties, replace them and put the gravel back on. Greg Jones swung the pickax and struck the ground. Sparks came up and he did not even leave a dent. The ground was harder than concrete. Dad said "Get to work, I'll be back at Noon" . He turned to me and said " I need you to go get the seed and start taking it up so we can plant this afternoon. I felt like I had just escaped the Hangman's Noose, jumped on a 4-wheeler and disappeared. A little after Noon we showed up at the bridge, Jones and the rest of the group were covered in sweat and so tired they could hardly move. We went to camp for lunch and Jones feel asleep on the couch and would not wake up when we headed back out. I thought he was dead and the rest of the group was walking wounded. After lunch we all staggered back to the worksite and the whistling song from the Bridge on the River Kwai became our marching song. It took a couple more weekends and I did have to swing the pick but that day was the hottest most miserable work detail I have ever seen at the famous Christmas Place and is still used to threaten the kids with when they get out of line. Dad just informed me that all these years later, the bridge is now needing repair. OMG!

Mr. Smooth

Hershel Howell-still smooth at 85

Rain, Rain, Go Away

Little Rexy wants to play. GOLF!
We have been in a drought here for so long and the temperature has been 100 or better for a month. Now it has started to rain and it seems to rain every day now and just when I finally figured out my golf swing.
I just need a little time to play.

The Howell Open

For at least 20 years the members of the Howell family and friends have played golf on the morning of July 4th. It is usually a scramble so that everyone can have a good time. This year was no different as Dad, Trent, Mike Edwards and myself beat the hooey out of Bebo, Larry Trent, Kent, Betty Bullion, and Greg Jones.