Happy Birthday John

John Stewart turned 21 today. He is officially a grown man. He calls me Uncle Rex,
because of the long friendship I have enjoyed with his father, Mark (Mailrider) Stewart. One of these days he is accidentally going to kill a big deer. I hope he will take some time off this summer and go down and play golf with Paul. Call me and I will give you the address so you can surprise him!
Happy Birthday John!

Christmas Lake Catfish

BlueCat, MS> I just received an email from Dianne Jones. She and her husband Paul are some of our closest friends and live next door to the famous Christmas Place Lunker Club. She sent these pictures of Paul after he caught this big cat on a 6lb. line this week. She sent the email, he is still recovering from the battle.





She says in her email that they talked and talked about keeping the fish, but they both knew how much I wanted GuyK to catch one of these that they threw it back in.
Now aint't that Charming, Just Charming. Hurry up GuyK! If you want to congratulate Paul, here is their address. mailto: Dutches45@bellsouth.net

Indian Plums

Scouting is more than walking through the woods looking for deer sign. You move through the woods looking for that of course, but you also look for things that stand out, are different, or unusual. You have to be aware. Spring is the perfect time for scouting because the deer sign is still fresh, the woods have that first growth of green foilage but are very open, and you can see a long way through the woods. I learned a long time ago that during this time of year to always look for flowering trees. These are usually fruit trees of some kind. Mark them and check them later to be sure once the fruit is big enough. I have found wild apple trees, pear trees and plum trees. Going through the woods at the famous Christmas Place one year I discovered a flowering tree that Dad said was an Indian Plum.
Every animal in the woods loves plums, especially deer!

He took several of the plums and planted them in a plastic bucket. It took two years before they sprouted. He planted them in his backyard. They are beautiful and have a small plum that is a little sour to me. There are a lot of things to see in the woods, pay attention you might find that secret fruit tree for your next stand.

500 POST

Today is post number 500. I think I still have a couple of thousand more in me. Thank you to all the people that have encouraged me and read me through this amount of time. To all my blogger friends, thank you. To the readers, especially someone in San Jose, CA and Corvallis, OR, and some military guys in San Diego that never leave comments but are faithful readers, thank you. Please come in from the cold and leave some comments, I would love to have your input and for you to be part of the fun. Under LABELS I have put my so-called ghost stories and favorite wild tales for y'all to read. FHB liked the car story and it is there too.
I have a bunch more and I get most of my bright ideas from you readers.

Owling My Deer

My First Deer With A Bow
At an early age, we were taught that when my father came off his stand and it was time for us to move out of the woods, he would call like an owl. I have heard him call hundreds of times and you can not tell the difference between him and a real owl. I have watched while he called owls in to us. The purpose was to not disturb the woods and we could all slip out without any undue noise. Years ago, when we hunted up at Abbeville, we had located an area where a dark colored and very smart big buck lived. We called him the Shadow. We never got him but had some great times hunting this area. This is about the time I got my first deer with a bow.
A sand ditch wound down the hollow and ended at a forgotten pond. My stand was on the edge of this and the deer sign was plentiful. It was hot and dry and I knew deer were watering here in the day. My brother Paul had held up at a stand about halfway down the long ditch and was hunting the edge of a cane thicket. Dad had moved several hollows north of us to a spot he had found. We hunted with recurve bows then and had been practicing half the summer. I knew if I could get a deer in range I had a very good chance.
The October afternoon was hot and very still when right at dark, two deer came out across the pond, waded in and drank, then slowly moved around and down the edge toward me. I managed to ease to my feet and got in shooting position as the two does ambled toward me. I put all my concentration on the spot on the deer I wanted to hit. I pulled back and made the 15 yard shot. The deer exploded, turned and took off. A few minutes later I found the arrow up the trail lying half in the water. there was no blood on it but I knew it was a good shot. It was now dark and I heard an owl hoot way up the hollow. Dry mouthed and excited I tried to owl back, it probably sounded like a wounded crow. A few seconds later my brother, Paul, owled. I owled again, my Dad owled, then Paul owled. What the heck was going on? I needed to track that deer before it was pitch dark. I owled, Paul owled, Dad owled. Two real owls joined in and you would have thought it was an owl convention! Damn! Finally I could hear Paul and Dad together owling. I owled back and finally they got to me. Paul had got a deer at the same time as me! Ten minutes later we located my deer and late that evening we had them both loaded and headed back to camp. A wonderful memory of a great hunt for all of us. Paul and Rex

A Rat Killing

Winding Putt, MS> The annual Golf Camp at the famous Christmas Place Country Club was this last weekend, and let me tell you, it was a rat killing. Trent "Pinseeker" Howell, Rex "Chipper" Howell, and Greg "Power Drive" Jones beat the living crap out of the losers we played against. I had to stop in Lexington to buy a wheel barrow to put my money in on the way home. We barely lost to those idiots on Friday, then gained momentum and began to way lay them the rest of the weekend. Joe "Yip Putt" Black, Barry "Shank Alot" Weeks and last but not least Bebo " Three Putt" Howell could not get their ball in the hole with both hands. It is not everyday that Bebo gets murderized. Fresh cut grass, sweaty palms and snakey putts, Ah, smells likes VICTORY! Barry Weeks, Trent Howell, Joe Black, Rex Howell, Bebo Howell, Greg Jones
A fun and great golfing weekend for everyone.

The Car In The Woods

The weather was cold and the wind was completely still. A deep frost lay over the whole Christmas Place that morning as we got up to go deer hunting. We all were bundled up and excited as we cranked the 4-wheelers and then had our last coffee while we discussed where everyone was hunting that morning. Most of us were heading to different food plots that morning but Paul had located some big sign in a remote area in the center of the property and was taking his climber in to set up for the morning. It sounded good and after some good natured ribbing and wishes of good luck we all left and went our separate ways.
It was still way before day as Paul parked, turned on his flashlight and got ready to head to his stand. Paul had a long way to go, plus he had to be very careful using his climber. He managed to get his climber on his back, put his rifle in the crook of his arm found the deer trail and headed into the woods. The frost covered ground made every step sharp and unusually loud in the silent woods and after about ten minutes he started to hear the sound of a tinny radio playing somewhere. Light laughter and muffled voices also broke the stillness. He had to pass right by an old Dodge car in the woods on the way to his stand and it sounded like it was coming from that direction.
Soon, it was louder and he could make out The Big Bopper singing, followed by more music from the 50’s. He could see the car with his flashlight and a light glow emanated from the windows. He stopped about 20 feet away and turned off his flashlight. In the glow, he could see what looked like 4 teenagers laughing and talking. A young man and a girl in the front, and another couple in the backseat, all talking and drinking. Through the frost covered glass, it looked like they were having a good time. Paul inched closer. It was 5:30AM and those kids were in the wrong place for a party. What the hell were they doing? He walked up closer to the car.
A sharp and paralyzing coldness met him like a wall. Instantly the light went out in the old car and the music faded away. It grew deathly quiet. Paul felt fear but did not understand why. He seemed to break a spell and stepped forward and rapped on the window. No response. He said “Look, I know y’all are in there, come on out.” No response. He tried the door, it would not budge. He told them to come out a couple of more times with no response. He was starting to get ticked off. Paul turned on his flashlight, reached down and wiped the frost from the window and directed the white beam inside. Looking in, he could see the interior was empty. The inside of the car was in perfect condition and he could see the glow of the radio. He was confused and suddenly he saw the door lock come up and he heard the pull of the door latch. He fell back and went to his knees as the door started to slowly open. Terrified, Paul dropped his climber, and backed away while holding his gun on the open door. Nothing came out. When he was clear, he ran back to his 4-wheeler. He hunted in sight of the camp that day. On a bright sunny day, we went back, found his climber and we inspected the car. The seats are rotted out and there is no radio in it. The doors will not open. We accused him of making the story up.
He has never set foot near the old car again and says it does not matter how big a deer is there, he will never hunt near it again.
A year later, I asked Paul Jones what he knew about the car and why it was in the woods.
He knew all about it and said that on Prom Night in 1962, two couples (one of them was one of the last of the Christmas family) had gone to Greenwood for dinner and the prom and all four were killed by a drunk driver late that night as they headed home. The car was parked behind the house for a year and then one day the grieving boys’ father had hitched his tractor to it, fixed the tires and had dragged it as deep into the woods as he could. For a long time he would not say why, but later he said that his son loved hunting and he left it as a memorial. No one believed him. Paul said “the rumor was that sometimes late at night you could hear music coming from the car.” He looked at me expectantly and I said “I haven’t heard anything” He said “I have, and we leave that old car alone.” We have never talked about it again. He also said that sometimes pictures taken there will show a face inside the car.

New Links To Enjoy

I have received two new links recently. The first is from Kristine Shreve aka Gunslingergirl at an innovative place called Hunt Smart Think Safety Blog She is the marketing director for a group called Gun Safety Innovations. They are involved in marketing safety items for hunters and outdoor enthusiast. Their latest safety item is the Gunslinger, and protects you and your rifle while climbing in and out of a stand or if you drop your weapon. Our camp needs a dozen of these. Paul can't keep tieing a rope around his neck and calling it good. Maybe her company will sponsor an outing and video to come down and try her stuff out.


The second link is to a guy that I am sure is either crazy or a genius. I can't tell which. He goes by the cool name of Blogagog and his site is Toast, It's Not Just For Breakfast Anymore. This site dabbles in politics, weird humor, enlightened videos, comics, the state of the world, and his quest for great toast. You know venison taste great on toast.

Golf Camp This Weekend

Divot, MS> Tomorrow starts the Golf Wars. Trents' annual Golf Camp is starting and all the usual duffers will be heading into the Nineteenth hole at the famous Christmas Place for the weekend. Friday afternoon we will stop on the way down and play Sandstone Gold Club at Lexington. Head into camp, and that night we are having ribs. We will play golf at Silver City (Bolivar country Club) and at the Benton Country Club. It should get real interesting.
The teams are Joe "Big Slice" Black, Barry "Sod Chopper" Weeks and Bebo "Worm Killer" Howell. They will be playing the team of...
Greg "Sandy Shoes" Jones, Rex "Lost Ball" Howell and Trent " Shank Wedge" Howell.
Be sure to avoid driving in that county this weekend, you could lose a windshield. Looks like a great Golf Camp shaping up. I'm sure that I will be able to retire with all the money I win.

A Package Arrives

We are sitting around the office doing nothing of course, when the UPS guy comes in with a package. What in the world is it?
New golf clubs?
Dad tore into the package like it was Christmas!




He opened it up and pulled out the coolest walking stick you will ever see.
It was beautifully polished and just the right height.
Tight leather grip in the perfect spot and a very nice engraving of an eagle cut into the top.
What a gift!






Now who would have sent such an elaborate gift?
Not any of the cheap members of our camp.
Not any of his cheap lawyer sons either.
Who would?

Why our good friends Bob and Marian Phillips
Dad said to tell you, Thank You for the wonderful gift. He will use it and treasure it. He also said to hurry back and visit us again!

Catching Up

HumpDay, MS> I can't believe that the story about Marian and our weekend took 4 post. It was incredible but now we move on. I started a Meme and Cliff at Hunting Sense took me up on it. A story about a great miss and lessons learned from it. My Worst Mistake.
Meanwhile, Mark brought a boxstand to camp and worked on it most of the weekend.
I am not sure you can kill a deer out of it, looks more like a hog trap to me.
I also wanted to post what I think may be the best picture of the weekend. Everyone was exhausted Saturday night. Erin and Trigger fell asleep on the couch.

The Bestest Weekend IV

Wrapping Up the Weekend
Blog City, MS> We got up fairly early Sunday morning, Dazed and Confused, and had coffee. Dad and Rena had left at daylight to go fishing and it took us awhile to come alive. Bob pulled something out of the refrigerator called Mississippi Mud. A combination of chocolate milk and Rum! After two glasses of that I gained some Drunken Wisdom and was ready. Mark and Bob got on a 4wheeler and Marian and I took the other and off we went. We headed to the lake.

Pulling up we could see Rena and Dad both catching fish as they trolled the lake in The Othmar. Thunderhoof and Dads' stupid dog Trigger swam out there, but I couldn't get Thunderhoof in the picture. Rena was tearing up the fish!




We decided to make a loop up around the Crossover area and back to the cornfields before Marian and Bob left.
But first we headed for the Mysterious and Haunted Graveyard. No one got killed, so we headed up to the big Indian Mound on top of the bluff. Checked that out and then headed to Crossover and went through the woods there and showed them some more of our stands. We did find some fresh Hog Sign if anyone is interested.
Before we knew it, it was time for them to go.
I hope they enjoyed the weekend as much as I did, and I sure hope they come back soon. They are from Vicksburg and I want to go down and visit that area this summer.
Bob was great with a wonderful knowledge of hunting and could take or give a joke easily. Marian just seemed excitedly overwhelmed. I feel like I gained family in the visit and hope they come shoot a big fat deer this fall.

The Bestest Weekend III

Renas' Birthday Party
Jumping Catfish, MS> After our ride around the property, we headed back in to the camp. It was time for cold beer and some serious visiting. The neighbors were starting to arrive and lots of interesting conversation and laughter kept us entertained. All of them had read about Othmar and were pleased with the boat story.


We all agreed that it would really be fun to have all our blogging buddies down for a weekend.








After much fighting, Burney was allowed to be in charge of cooking the crawfish. Bob and Marian were not too interested but ate them. Check with them, but my opinion is they were the best we have had.

Mark Stewart had come rolling in earlier and had brought tents. these were quickly dubbed the Crawfish Tents and when they were ready we all sat down to a great appetizer of crawfish and cold beer.
This was followed by all the catfish, hush puppies, slaw, corn etc. you could eat!


Now it was time for Renas' birthday! We sang Happy birthday and she started opening presents. A nice bracelet and a few other things I didn't notice. I was still eating Crawfish! Finally Dad got her present out. It was a super duper new jig pole! She is a fishing fool and loved it!
She and Dad instantly set their plans for 6AM to ride the Othmar to glory and have the initial fishing trip in the big pontoon.



Everyone had brought cakes and desserts and we all dug in! I think that all the adults were full and tipsy by the time it was over! Mr. Brown and his wife Terri were there, Rena and her husband Richard, Paul Jones and his wife and son and lots of neighbors that I did not know but I soon felt like they were all family.

Thunderhoof had left a Shed Antler for Rena but did not make the party. He was late getting back from Virginia. He can't just run into Walmart for a gift without being mobbed by autograph seekers and besides he doesn't have pockets for his change. That night after all our friends had left, we built a big fire and just sat around talking and sipping.

Thunderhoof came up and let Bob and Marian pet him, then laid by the fire with Camo. We talked about blogging, we talked about Ivan linking with Marian, we talked about all kinds of Amazing Facts and history of the famous Christmas Place while Spencer kept the fire going. Finally, sometime after midnight we finally still had enough Hunting Sense to stagger off to bed.
Part IV coming up.

The Bestest Weekend II

Exploring the Christmas Place
Blog City, MS> Marion and Bob are troopers and I wanted to show them everything I could, in the short time that they were here. I might have worn them out, but they did not complain and were game for everything we wanted to do. We made another loop and I took them up to where I had found an old car deep in the woods and told them about an incredible and frightening adventure that happened to Paul while hunting near there. I will post about it later. Here is a pic of Marian and Denise in front of the haunted automobile. It is wise and I think perfectly safe to go by there during the day, but I would not be there after dark.

We zoomed up and went through several fields and showed them our stands. They really liked the big boxstand in the North Cornfield. She wanted to know exactly where the big deer Drew killed was standing. I think she found her stand!
They liked that so we swung back to the main road and took them in behind the Wardens Station to the GameWardens' Stand that juts out into the reserve. the day was clear, blue and perfect and we tried to capture it in this photo before we headed in to the big birthday party for Rena. The birthday party and the rest of the weekend coming up in part III.

There are Two Kinds of Hunters

In the south, hunters are defined by what animals they hunt. This boils down to deer people and duck people. Duck hunters do hunt deer and vice-versa, but after 5 minutes of talking hunting you know exactly what type of hunter they are. Paul has lots of cute sayings for himself and his philosophy on hunting. Deer people hunt majestic 4 footed game while duck people shoot most things with wings and webbed feet.

So far, the best of these blogs is Upland Feathers. Ducks, Pheasant, grouse, quail, turkey and some real hunting too. His name is Robert Sadowski or Ras400. Old scratch will love this site. Go by and say hello to a very neat blog. If you are one of those crazy, rich, wing shooters, this site is for you!

The Bestest Weekend I

Marian Arrives
Blog City, MS> Wow, What a weekend, I am completely worn out. I need another weekend to recuperate from this weekend. Denise, Spencer, Erin, Camo and I arrived Friday night about 11. I could see that the rain had made the grass grow about two feet in the last week, so at 7AM, we were up cutting it. We finished and met our new blogger friends Marian and Bob at Eden, and hurried in to camp.

Quick hellos and introductions and we all headed for the lake for the launch of the Othmar. Paul Jones took his little Suzuki Samurai and put that potoon boat in the water with absolutely no problems. We all jumped on board and made a quick tour around the lake to show Marian and Bob. The only thing missing was for my friend Othmar Vohringer to christen the ship with one of his many $10,000
bottles of champagne. We used Bud Light.
I needed to show Marian and Bob around while we were out, so Denise and Marian got in a Gator and Bob and I got in the other and we headed for Squirrel Road. Luckily we had no strange crazy events happen like last time. We went down and looked at the Indian Mounds and managed a couple of good pictures. Here is Marian and Bob, her site is Marians Hunting Stories.
We headed back to camp to get a cold drink and relax for awhile before I showed them some more of the property. This is a long post. Part Two will be coming up in a little while.

French Hunters?

First you won't believe it and second you will agree that these people are crazy.
Hunting Antelope With Lances
Thanks to Ivan at Crossbow Hunters of Peru.

Finally Nailed

from the Mississippi Game and Fish Website
Ongoing law enforcement efforts by the Miss. Dept. of Wildlife, Fisheries and Parks (MDWFP) have resulted in the arrest of a Missouri man for selling and trading filleted crappie in Panola and Yalobusha Counties. His fine included $5,000, 10 days house arrest, and one year’s suspension of his fishing license.
The man was a well known angler on Enid Lake and other area lakes and usually finished well in crappie tournaments. Fellow tournament anglers were surprised at the charges, especially since he will lose his Mississippi fishing license and can not compete in tournaments.
Lt. Robert Mills, MDWFP District 2 Law Enforcement Supervisor and one of the officers in on the arrest, says it is unlawful to buy, sell, offer for sale, or trade any game animal or their parts in Mississippi. Col. Steve Adcock, MDWFP Assistant Director of Law Enforcement, added that while we welcome nonresident anglers to the state, we will not tolerate abuse or commercialization of our state’s natural resources.
(editors note)
This has been a problem on my home lake for many years. When we see Missouri people here, we do not get all warm and fuzzy. They try to empty our lakes of fish and return home to sell them each year. This is the first arrest I have heard of and it is about time.

Blog Friday

Hooterville, MS> I have added two very interesting reads to may sidebar. The first is a blog called Drunken Wisdom. This blog goes in all sorts of directions and you never know where you will end up. Kind of like America today, where you just about have to be drunk to figure out what the hell is going on or to understand it. Go over and check him out. Theres lot's of fun quotes, pics of babes, politics, funnies,
and discussion. There's a chance that he really is Dean Martin.
The second blog is named correctly, Boobies and Beer. This cuts to the heart of what all men want, and also exposes our stupidity for everyone to see. His monicker is Ralphd00d. He also is a writer and is pretty good if you want to look over his stories. He raves and rants about society, throws in a few hot babe pictures, and puts up some good jokes.
A fun read, so go over and see what wild thing he will post next.

Speaking of Misses- A Meme

Nitwit, MS> I seemed to hit a reaction in a lot of hunters with my recent post on The Worst Mistake. All hunters remember the big one that got away.
This seems like the perfect Meme for a hunting site. I've always wanted to start one and this seems perfect. Write a short post on The Big One That Got Away and any lessons you learned from it. Put in on your site and I will link to it or if you don't have a site, email it to me and I will post it. I am going to start by linking to Jon Bryan at Outdoor Odyssey. He has his done and it is a very interesting story.

Party At Thunderhoofs' Place

Cinco-de-Mayo, MS> This weekend we are having a double birthday party at the famous Christmas Place Party Club.

We are celebrating two birthdays. The first is for our adopted Aunt, Mrs. Walterine Hodge. She and her husband have been great friends to us. More than we deserve. She quickly became Moms' best friend and helped us greatly by just being there during Moms' illness. We all quickly learned to love her as much as Mom did.
Don't tell anyone she will be pushing 63.
We have invited all the neighbors. They have also treated us wonderfully. They watch our property, and always stop by to lend a hand if we need it. We have met some truly great people and hope that this party will show how much we appreciate them. Paul Jones and his wonderful wife will be there, as will our new neighbor Paul Brown.
Since we don't know when Thunderhoofs birthday is, we decided that we would have it too. He is very excited! After we put The Othmar in the water, he wants to do a cannonball off the front and swim with the kids. Notice to the kids!- no climbing up his antlers, he is not a tree.

My friend Marian is coming up from Vicksburg with her husband Bob! She runs a wonderful blog called Marians' Hunting Stories. All of you should visit and link up with her. She seems excited and I feel like she is already family.
The menu is fried catfish, hush puppies, fresh corn, slaw and about a dozen cakes and pies. We are also having CRAWFISH again! Can't ever get too much of them!

We will spend part of the day with Marian and Bob showing them the property. They may even want to catch a fish. About 3 o'clock, they should start cooking.
There will be a great meal and then we will gather around the fire and have drinks while we tell hunting stories, ghost stories and funny things about life at camp.
I hope Marian and Bob spend the night. It is going to be a great weekend.

What Drives the Hog Guy?

People wonder what drives the strange Hog Guy from California. He eats, sleeps and breaths hog hunting. He can name you 100 different ways to cook them. He wakes up every morning with bloodlust for the animals. Everyone wonders what is in his past that drives him so.
The conservative-insurgent found his baby picture, Wasn't he cute!

The Worst Mistake

Still Sick, MS> I have made a tremendous amount of mistakes hunting whitetail deer. I have missed the damn things at 20 yards and I have let them slip up on me and get away. I have wounded a few over the years that just left me sick to my stomach. What I want to do is relate the worst mistake and the two biggest lessons I have learned while hunting.
I was about 15 and Dad had found me a great place to hunt in an area called Buzzard Roost, just on the south side of Sardis Lake. We went in, scouted it and located the sign of a really big buck. He built a stand and I was all set.
In those days we were learning about scrape hunting and did that for years and years, with great success. My treestand was surrounded by huge fresh scrapes and rubs. All I needed was the buck.
The day was warm and I had seen no deer that morning and relaxed in the stand. At 12 noon I heard the baying of a small dog that kept getting closer and closer. A few minutes later I saw a deer flash by about 100 yards below my stand. I got ready. The dog came closer and closer and finally a small beagle came walking along following the scent.
It was a slow speed chase! I watched the dog wander off down the hill and started thinking about what I would do if I was that old buck. I would circle the edge of that thicket and come out right in front of my stand is what I would do.
The giant buck circled the edge of the thicket and came slipping out right in front of me.
I raised my rifle up and offhand, looked at the massive thing through my scope and checked out his antlers. I counted them. I could see 11 and I was sure there were more.
When he stops I am going to shoot.
The buck stopped about 20 yards away. He stopped exactly behind a tree. All I could see was one horn sticking out. Oh S**T.
Down below, the little beagle finally found the trail again and gave a loud Yelp. The wall hanger buck broke, and ran right under my stand at about 500 miles per hour. I threw my barrel down and shot. I am sure 20 feet behind it. The trophy buck was gone. I learned 2 lessons that day.
1. When you see that you are going to shoot, never look at the horns again. Concentrate on getting your gun in position, and shoot as soon as you get a clear shot. You can look at the horns again later.
2. In treestands or on the ground always have a gun rest. You can buy one or build one.
I don’t care who you are, if you do not have a gun rest, sooner or later you are going to screw up. A caveat to this is to check the trigger pull on your rifle, as a kid I missed several deer offhand because the trigger pull was tremendous. When I got older I went to a gunsmith, who adjusted it in about 5 minutes.
I get sick every time I think about that massive deer and my foolish actions that day.

Othmar Enterprises

Rich City, BC,CN> Othmar Vohringer leaned back and put his hunting boots up on the mahogany desk. He gazed out the mirrored glass of the skyscraper that was the home to Smart Hunting Strategies Inc. and decided his course of action. He buzzed one of his bevy of beautiful secretaries in, sat her on the desk and said "Take a letter"
Dear Rex,
Thank you for your interest in Smart Hunting Strategies and Outdoors With Othmar Vohringer.
I have graciously enclosed my autograph and a beautiful hat from my private collection.
In exchange, of course, I will be arriving the opening day of the 2007-8 deer season and expect at least a 10-point buck by 7AM. Please insure that these requirements are met.
Your Hunting Friend,

Othmar

Wow! Now I can look and be just like Othmar! Here I am in my new hunting cap! Hurry and get yours today!

Thanks my friend!

Kevin Paulson Makes Guinness Records

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