Moving On Up

With Dad gone, I have managed to start the move out of the slums of the Bunkroom up into the high-cotton district at the famous Christmas Place. Yes, I have managed to take over his room and Denise and I went down this weekend to clean it put and start moving stuff in. Camo will have her own bed! No more nasty Grunge Pit for me! Yes, Yes, I'm moving on up, to the East side........

Paul's Spooky Virtual Tour

Yes, it is still raining here and turning to ice, but the blog goes on! I have had hundreds, nay thousands of people email me about Paul and Wanda's Haunted house and they all want a look inside, so I added this virtual tour of the home. It is a little long but captures everything you need to know.

The Creepiest House In town

Water Valley is well known for it’s haunted houses but none are more mysterious and full of haints than the old Water Valley Hospital. It’s so full of ghosts that you couldn’t cram another one through the door! The old building was remodeled and turned into a private residence in the 60’s but the legend of it being haunted lives on. Nobody here would buy the creepy old house, but my brother fell in love with the majestic old home and bought it for his wife, Wanda. I will be giving updates and true stories about this most famous Haunted House in Mississippi as he prepares to move in.

Can Sarah Swing On A Star?

The question about graduating from High School is are you going to do anything with it?

Don't Go To the Howell Family Reunion

Fishing with Hershel

I am not a big fisherman. In fact, I do not quite get hunting something that you can't see. This does not mean that I don't understand how to fish or exactly what to do when I am out there. I have been on a hundred fishing trips with my father and there are some important lessons learned that I would like to share.
1. Whoever controls the boat catches the most fish.
2. Quit bitching, quit talking, I'm trying to fish.
3. Pee over the side of the boat, no the other damn side!
4. Sorry, I only have one of these jigs.
5. Get your own damn hook out of the tree, we're catching 'em like crazy.
There are a few more but you get the drift. In fact fishing with him reminds me of a song.

How High's The Water Thunderhoof?

for those wondering about the water at the famous Christmas Place, we haven't received any flooding yet but check Marians's blog for some great pics of the flooding at Vicksburg.

We are expecting the water to get close to us but have not seen anything yet.

Memories Of Memphis

Heading to Memphis tomorrow to see Atlas Shrugged but just going reminds me of this song, the Peabody and the old Commodore Hotel.

Dixie Chicken

You Say It's My Birthday

Another year older and deeper in debt.
Thanks for the many birthday wishes. Thunderhoof even texted me!

Deer Camp Cristmas Song

(Campers:)

Christmas, Christmas time is near,
Time for hunting, time for deer.
We've been good, but we can't last,
Hurry Christmas, Hurry fast.

Want a buck with horns that loop,
(Rex:) Me, I want old Thunderhoof.
(Campers:)
We can hardly stand the wait,
Please Christmas don't be late.

(Hershel:) Ok Fellas, Get ready.
That was very good, Paul.
(Paul:)Naturally!
(Hershel:)Very Good Burney
(Burney:) He He He He
(Hershel:)Uh Rex, You were a little flat
So, watch it, Rex...Rex?...REX!!!
(Rex:)OKAY!!

(Campers:)
Want a buck with horns that loop,
(Rex:)I still want old Thunderhoof.

(Campers:)
We can hardly stand the wait,
Please Christmas don't be late.
We can hardly stand the wait,
Please Christmas don't be late.

Silver-y-Horns

Silvery horns
Silvery horns, silvery horns
Ev'ryone wishes for silvery horns
How do you measure its worth?
Just by the pleasure it gives here on earth.
Silvery horns, silvery horns
Mean so much more when I see
Silver and gold antlerations
On ev'ry hanging tree.

Lazurus

Who is the short, dark stranger there?
Lazurus is the name.
Huntin' hogs from who knows where,
Death is his companion,
Shootin’ hogs is his game.
Smooth as the handle on a gun.
Lazurus is the name.
Raised from the dead with a hot gun,
Shootin' up a big ole tusker,
Easier to tame.

Riverboat, ring your bell,
Blastin’ hogs all to hell.
Bacon is the food he loves the best.
Natchez to New Orleans
Livin on pork and beans
Lazurus is a legend of the west.

Riverboat, ring your bell,
Fare thee well, Marian.
Pork chops are what he loves the best.
Natchez to New Orleans
Livin on pork and beans
Lazurus is a legend of the west.
Lazurus is a legend of the west.

Who's Coming To Camp?

Yes, it's Paul Howell the original Mack the Knife

Big Mamba-Jamba Backyard Buck

Clint Hutcherson (one of the Tennessee contingent) sent me this. WOW!

Halloween Huntus Interruptus Blitzus

Looks like I am going to skip going to camp this weekend and will head down next week for the Youth Hunt. Everyone wants to go to the ballgame this weekend to try and pull a halloween trick on Auburn. That would be some trick. Deer season is right on top of us and next week we will finally get started.
The Ole Miss Rebels could use a ballroom blitz like this..

We need a Black Mamba as our mascot!

Crazy

Things are really crazy here. I am overwhelmed by work, money is flowing out a hell of a lot faster than it is coming in and I think my dog is a serial killer.

Starting A Strange Trip

Jeffrey Hollis is the new appraiser in my office. He is another Oxford millionaire and I have no idea why he is slumming around down in Water Valley. Guess you can't hunt and fish all the time.
He is about to learn all about lying, stealing, cheating, Schemes, dreams, outlaws and crazy people. We are about to start "Trucking"
I can assure you that he is about to embark on a long strange trip working with me.

The Winter Blahs

Deer season is over and football too. What the hell do you do for the rest of the winter? I don't know about you but I am tired. Tired of work, tired of dreary weather and tired of freezing. I'm not going to do any thing but sit here and bang on this drum all day.

We Need A Little Hunting

Every SOB in Mississippi and Tennessee has called me this week wanting to know how it felt. Kids laugh at me, dogs growl at me, and women shun me. "How did that feel to see those giant bucks on the pole?" "How did that feel for your cousin and your nephew to steal the glory with those giant bucks?" Damn, I swear I have already killed a giant buck but now feel like I have done nothing.
Paul is moping around wondering what Michael and Burney were doing on his stands and I swear, Trent has taken to his bed. We need a little Christmas, need a little hunting........
Haul out The Deer Lure
Climb up the tree
Before my spirit Falls again
Load up The rifle
I may be Rushing things
But Heck with the deer
Again now

For we need A little Christmas
Right This very minute
Hunting In the winter
Stories At the campfire
Yes We need A little Christmas
Right This very minute
It hasn't snowed
bucks aren’t a bit worried
But santa, dear
We're in a hurry

So climb up the oak tree
Shoot at The biggest
rack of horns I've ever seen
Slice up The venison
It's time We hung
Some big deer
On that hanging pole

For i've grown A little leaner
Grown A little colder
Grown A little sadder
Grown A little older
And i need A giant buck
hanging by the campfire
Need a little Christmas now

For we need A little hunting
Need A little laughter
Need A little blasting
Ringing through The forest
And we need A giant buck for a
"happy ever after"
Need a little Christmas now....

Limbo Time

Here, the rain keeps on falling and I am sitting here thinking about all the things at camp I need to get accomplished. I am also thinking about the huge amount of deer we have seen early and what the hunting season will bring.
The clock keeps on ticking, but it seems like deer season will never arrive.
I am in limbo, just waiting for it to start.
On the good news front, it looks like Andy and Julie Outdoors has returned to blogging. Those guys stay mad at a squirrel.
I need to find something to do while I am waiting.