A Smelly Conclusion

This was the last weekend of deer season at the famous Christmas Place and my brother Satan, no the other brother (Paul) was in a frenzy to get a big buck. Lot's of people believe it was a case of Droptine Envy. Paul ran white-eyed through every food plot, looked behind the barn, kicked every brush top, checked the bunk room, went all around the lake and still no big deer could be found for him to blast. Saturday night I heard him scream "Eureka! I know where he is!
The next morning when the big truck pulled in the yard, Paul went out to meet the driver wearing his insulated underwear, wool socks a red bandana and carrying his 7 MAG.
The terrified driver went to work and started emptying the septic tank while Paul kept his rifle aimed at it. When he was through and burned rubber out of the driveway, Paul stuck his head and a flashlight down in the hole. "Hellooo-lo-lo-o?"
No big buck was hiding in the septic tank and our dejected hunter went back into the Droptine Lodge to chew old bones.
No deer and a smelly conclusion to our Deer Season.

Gone With The Rut

This past weekend at the famous Christmas Place, the weather submitted and we had excellent temperature to hunt in. Unfortunately, it seemed as if all the deer had just disappeared. Maybe they are hibernating? The woods seemed empty. No deer, no hogs, no rhinoceroses, nothing. Paul almost went crazy. There is one weekend left of deer season. Hopefully Spring and Golf will be here soon.

A Cold Deer For Tim

It was cold, so cold that I had given up and was just praying for dark so that I could get the hell back to our warm cabin. 15 minutes before pitch dark a shot rang out. That couldn't be Tim Crosby, I figured he had already frozen to death. I met him at the Levee Stand a few minutes later and he was as proud as could be. He made a long shot and dropped the big 7 point at about 175 yards.
A damn fine shot in freezing temps and a 20 mph wind.
Burney had shot a pig and we got a pic of those two morons together

2018 Started Right

We got to the ffamous Christmas Place and the world renowned Droptine Lodge this weekend to get after the deer as the new year started. I even brought my old friend Matt Parham even though he is a banker. Friday afternoon the shooting started and when the smoke finally cleared Burney had 2 hogs and so did Matt.
I t was really cold the next morning and Spencer got an antlerless deer, but Burney came through after lunch and got this really wide 6 point that had been roaming around trying to get shot.

Looks like a great start for 2018!

Crappie New Year!!!

Thousands packed the street in Water Valley while the Big Creek marching band played "Hail To The Fish" and watched the seconds count down at the First Annual Crappie Drop in Water Valley. Refreshments of all types flowed freely in the frigid atmosphere as the joyous and rowdy crowd roared as the big fish dropped at the stroke of midnight. A great night, a fun night and a hope for a prosperous and Happy New Year!
(PS No fish were injured in the event)

Holiday Hunting News

While I was curled up under my blanket resting on my laurels, the rest of the camp members were hunting like crazy. Michael got in his yearly 2 days of hunting and shot this nice 10 point on the Taj Mahal stand.

The next day, Paul, suffering a dose of Droptine fever managed to shoot this 9 point on the edge of the cottonfield. I think it was hiding under the ammonia tank.

In related news the camphouse at the famous Christmas Place has been named Droptine Lodge.
Sounds appropriate, wonder where they got that from?