Friday, August 29, 2014

Indiana Howell

Got my bullwhip, got my fedora hat, got my knife, pistol, and secret map. Am ready to lead the Howell Team to the location of the buried treasure at the famous Christmas Place. Everyone is getting fired up and there has been a run on shovels in the area. Will be live-blogging the event between drinks starting Saturday at noon and will update Facebook as the search continues.

Thursday, August 28, 2014

Treasure Poachers

Paul Jones called on his cell phone from the famous Christmas Place. "What the hell is going on up there?" he yelled. I couldn't hardly hear him due to the loud gunshots and machine gun fire. He said "I've got the road blocked into the camp but there are hundreds of trucks arriving and they all have shovels, metal detectors and guns. I'm trying to hold them off, send reinforcements!" Ah-Hah! Treasure poachers trying to steal Dad's hidden gold. He told me a lot of them were wearing a black armband and I knew my evil brother Paul's henchmen were there while he was innocently heading to see the REBELS play in Hotlanta. I told him to hold on at all cost, help was on the way. Luckily my Solitaire game was still up on the computer after I hung up.

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

What's In The Treasure Chest?

Many people have called wanting to know what I think is in the Treasure Chest buried at the famous Christmas Place. Diamonds and Emeralds from Africa, Jewel encrusted goblets and weapons from the Mayan kingdom, Gold Doubloons from the Spanish Main. Uhhh, yeah! All I know is that in Dad's book "Jeff's God" he got away with the Yankee payroll of gold. hmmmm... could be Hershel Howell really received that hidden gold from his great grandfather, also known as Jeff, and has kept most of it hidden all these years. How else could he have even bought the Christmas Place?
We will know Saturday.

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Treasure Map- Signed, Sealed, Delivered

"There is a buried Treasure on the Christmas Place. It's left there for the Grandchildren to find."
 Do Not Open This Letter until After My Death
Hershel B. Howell

Monday, August 25, 2014

A Real Treasure Hunt

After my father died (or left for an extended stay at Paradise Hills Golf Club), we found a strange envelope in his lockbox here in Water Valley. The writing on it says it is a Treasure Map for all the Grandkids. For months we have been planning on the Treasure Hunt and it has finally arrived. It is set for this coming Labor Day weekend at the famous Christmas Place
We have not opened the envelope mainly because my evil brother (no, Paul) might be out there digging for it day and night. He said he would leave an IOU in the chest. So everyone is slated to arrive and we will open the letter Saturday morning. Needless to say everyone is excited and ready to start digging.
We have talked it over and here are a few things most of the kids will need to find the hidden Treasure.
map, compass, shovel, 100 ft of rope, snake boots, machete, insect repellent, flashlight, chainsaw, spelunker gear, a case of dynamite, aqualung, flares, tent (just in case), GPS, bulldozer, calculus book, night vision goggles, a canary, MRE's, divining rods, pocket watch, come-along, outboard motor, generator and jack hammers, everyone should carry a hog rifle and plenty of bullets, a copy of dad's book, JEFF'S GOD. Also rain gear and matches maybe a flamethrower, magnifying glass, metal detector, backhoe, level, survey instrument, jungle hat, walkie-talkie and a whistle.
I will add the important stuff later. Happy Hunting!

Monday, August 18, 2014

Deerses On Ice

After 20 years of griping and complaining to Dad, I managed to locate a walk- in cooler that we bought and took to the famous Christmas Place. This past weekend Paul Jones and his brother put it together, Joe Newman came down and hooked up the wiring, Trent supervised and I got there just in time to take a picture. It all worked out great (for me) Here is a pic of Trent and Paul Jones admiring their handiwork.

Monday, August 04, 2014

Watermelon Carnival 2014

the weather was perfect, the people were everywhere and I think that the entire town had a good time.
Here is a pic of part of the group we had at my office Friday night. Any resemblance to humans is entirely coincidental and unbelievable.
The twins Paul the terrible and Keith Hart, back row Steve Hill, Joe Black, Sam Goodwin, the young boy is Sam's grandson I think.
I would show a pic of Trent but I think it would be unwise. Lots of music from a really good band Friday night, perfect weather when I gave out my Watermelon Chap Stick to all the ladies Saturday morning. (I have a few left if you come by). Later Sat afternoon we headed to the golf course, of course.

Saturday morning, this 3rd place melon was 125 pounds, and we did keep James from stealing it,
and making a beehive out of it.