Thursday, January 30, 2014

The Creeper

The tracks have been found and now everyone knows that it is not safe to go into the woods at the famous Christmas Place. The giant evil creature shows up around the first of February each year and hangs around until April. During that time it ravages any crops it can find and kills and eats any animal it can creep up on. This giant hog is known in these parts as "The Creeper" with tusks almost a foot long. We still go to camp but bar the doors at night and only let Camo go out at night to guard the house. That's one mean dog! This year we are having a hog camp centered around only one thing. Kill the Creeper. Will let you know how many hunters we lose in the effort.

Monday, January 27, 2014

The Last Hograh

This past weekend was the last go round for deer season at the famous Christmas Place. The deer have all left on vacation away from the cold weather but the hogs have moved in and are doing fine. We killed no deer this weekend but a bunch of hogs hit the ground!
It started off with a wooly varmint taken by Hugh Shaw. Who? Hugh?

Then, not to be outdone, Troy Cone got busy and blasted these next two nice hogs.
a white face Grub Grabber

A fine Rhodesian Red
Here are the two friends together, for a closer look at their faces, check your local Post Office.

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

The 300 Pounder

Yes, he is out there- creeping, sneaking, dodging, hiding and being mostly invisible. I know that the 300 pound buck is somewhere lurking on the famous Christmas Place Plantation and I personally plan on putting a bullet in him on this coming last weekend of deer season. Will have lots of pics and describe my great hunt after I put this monster down. I am sure it will make national headlines.

Monday, January 20, 2014

The Voyage Of The Antlernauts

Soothe, that as the bleak days of an endless and hopeless deer season stretched out before me,
I set my desire to leave this troubled kingdom and travel to a land of horns and honey.

Therefore, I set sail and left the realm of Paul the Terrible and cast my lot to the unknown seas.
Through rolling seas and raging storms the tiny ship struggled, and there we faced perilous sea creatures, deer pirates, and the call of the Sirens of the Isle of Ribeyes.
Yea, the stout ship sailed uncharted seas and I lashed myself to the wheel as we even stood against the force of Typhoon Trent.
At last we finally languished in a dead sea and the doomed ship faced the mighty Kraken and I was pitched into the brink and finally cast onto the sand of a mysterious land.

There, I hunted my way to the center of a great swamp and was beset by Giant boars, ravenous wolves, And evil deer of all sizes, until I faced the Great Golden Horned Buck and slew the mighty beast.
There I cut off his great horns and fleece and became the ruler of this strange land filled with giant deer, Until the time that I returned to the forsaken kingdom of Christmasland and threw out the perpetual Rule Makers and the evil whispering Mystic and returned peace and good hunting to all.

Thursday, January 16, 2014

Two-Gun Tony Gets His deer

This past week Two-Gun Tony came to visit us again and managed to get his deer up at the Crossover stand. He is a great guest and always carries two guns (just in case). I don't know either.
Here he is in a pic with the Mailrider who got a nice doe also.

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

The Road To Rhodesia (Paramount 2014)

Paul&Rex- Road to Rhodesia
"The Road to Rhodesia and Enlightenment is littered with the bones of many a fierce red hog".( Hogology 101, M. Stewart, Author) So it is at the famous Christmas Place Thunderhoof Temple.
To become a Master in Deer hunting, one must first prove himself on the Road to Rhodesia.
This evil Red Hog was blasted in the spirit of peace by Paul Howell as he sat beneath the boughs of a gigantic white oak communing with nature and opening himself to the spirit of enlightenment by meditating with his rifle and erstwhile  waiting for a gigantic buck
to  show himself .                                                                                                                                             
The poor acolytes of the Temple (members of the club) are doing their best to blast themselves to heaven by shooting every damn hog we see. Will see you on the Road.

Monday, January 13, 2014

5 Minutes Gets 10 Points

Spencer and I rushed to camp on Friday and got there a little after 4 o'clock. By the time we got dressed, we had about an hour to hunt. We jumped on the 4-wheeler and headed to the closest stands we knew of, the Sneaky Stand and the Sand Ditch Stand. I got on the Sneaky and Spencer headed up the logging road to the Sand Ditch. He couldn't have been there 5 minutes when I heard him shoot.
He said that he had just sat down for a minute when he heard the buck coming up the creek and it was past him before he could shoot. He grunted at the deer and just like in a Paul Howell hunt, it turned and headed right to him. BLAM! The quickest hunt a man could have. Congratulations on this fine 10 point. (PS- I didn't see squat)

Wednesday, January 08, 2014

Un-Neighborly Neighbors

Jake and Mark Bellipanni just bought the property next to us (yeah, that's right, from Belzoni) and dropped by to visit this past weekend. Super people and we think, great neighbors except for one small thing. Mark showed us the picture of the big 12 point he whacked over there and as you can see, it is a damn MULE!
Now I know that they did not know that as good neighbors all they should do is feed the deer, take care of them and make sure their horns are gigantic so my evil brothers (Paul and Trent) can shoot them. Paul is currently moaning over the phone about it everyday and Trent just left to go hunting and says he won't be back until spring.
Good job  Mark and congratulations on a super-duper buck!

Monday, January 06, 2014

The Postman Delivers

Mark, the old Mailrider, has come through and blasted this nice 8-point off of the North Cornfield stand. He has not been able to hunt much this season but he seems to always deliver.
"Neither rain, nor sleet , nor hail of bullets,
will keep him from his appointed blasting of a deer"

Thursday, January 02, 2014

The Demise Of Captain Hook

This 8-pt with a crazy rack came by me last week. 17 1/2 inches wide, the left antler curved down and around the deer's ear with a big hook jutting out the side. On the hook was a baby
basket. The evil deer known as Captain Hook was sneaking past me but I got him in my sights before he could slip away.  I shot the deer and checked the basket, but it was empty. No telling what evil I managed to stop by blasting  this terrible buck.