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

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!

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!

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!

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.

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!

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.

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)