The Big Pep Rally

Tonight is the big pep rally for the opening of high school football. To start the season, we are playing our hated in-county rivals. So it will be the Water Valley Blue Devils -vs- the Coffeeville Pirates. This is usually an all out war of bragging rights that goes down to the last second.
The pep rally is at the new bandstand downtown in Water Valley, and Sarah and the other cheerleaders are going to whip everyone into a lathering frenzy to get after those guys south of us.
There will be speeches and music to get started and then the big bonfire where we burn either a dummy or one of their coaches if we can catch him.
The Herald will notify his next of kin if needed.
Then we will throw rocks and break out all the windows on Main Street. Now comes turning over all the cars and setting them on fire. Everyone here has a rifle you know, so we will shoot out all the street lights and loot all the stores.
It is always a fun night for everyone and we will be ready for our team to get after Coffeeville. (I could be confusing this with LA)

Your Favorite Hunting Spot?

Where Is Your Favorite Hunting Spot
	Cubbedge Hill Plantation
	Hwy 61 Hunting Club
	Coon Camp Springs
	Christmas Place Plantation
	Camp Chicken
	Goldthwaite, TX
	Miss Lindseys Pancakes and Nude Dancing Emporium
	Anywhere With Othmar
	Camp Cowboy
	Eastern Connecticut Sportsmen Club
Free polls from Pollhost.com

Cubbedge Hill, Hwy 61, Coon Camp Springs, Camp Chicken, Goldthwaite, TX, Miss Lindseys, Othmar, Camp Cowboy, Eastern Connecticut
I know half of you men are trying to hunt at the Cheyenne Social Club but there was not room on the poll for it.

A Pic For Christmas

I have been looking for a good picture of Thunderhoof for our Christmas Card. He insists that he is a Megaloceros and not a whitetail deer. HA!
I found this pic but if you find a better one, please send it to me.
PS- for some reason Erin and Blessed want to ride a mammoth in the picture, hope I can find one hiding around the property.

The Princess Arrives

Last week was move-in day for the freshmen at Ole Miss. My shyster brother, Paul, called and wanted Trent and I to help Hillary move into her dorm. I expected a nightmare and of course I got one.



It started raining about dawn and kept getting heavier. Could they wait till it quit? Hell no. So, here we go up to the University to move her in.
The dorm room she is going to share with Emily Cutrere is 14 x 12, Paul and Terry had 4 truckloads of junk, yes 4, to go into that little room. I think they are going to have to rent an apartment somewhere to live in.
It was wet, she was on the ninth floor, the lightning flashed, the rain fell in sheets, the elevators were packed, and Paul was giving orders. I did not have my gun.
Here are the girls (Emily and Hillary) and their Moms' busy as bees.

The Waiting Game

As summer slowly ends and the feel and taste of fall starts to creep into every cool morning, the thought of hunting and getting to camp is on my mind. We are already running behind on getting our fields ready and there is a tremendous amount of work to be done. It will start soon and you will get the idea of changes we are going to make, what areas are hot, our annual pitiful dove hunt, replacing stands, and sneaking around scouting. Paul and Dad have seen several really good bucks already and we feel this may be the best year ever.

Thunderhoof''s Summer Vacation

For any of you wondering what that stupid deer has been up to all summer, I want to let you know that he has been busy traveling Europe.
Oh, he is in great demand traveling, signing autographs, opening art galleries, posing for pictures etc. A regular high-class world traveler is he.


Here is a pic of a wood carving he posed for in England.
Notice the beady eyes and the smirk on his face.







Not to be outdone, the French put his ugly mug on a postage stamp.



And finally, he headed to Beijing for the Olympics.

The Chinese just love him. They are always fawning over him and bowing and giving him the big head. Oh yeah, they gave him an honorary Gold Medal for participating in the first Olympics. Here is a pic of the painting done of him at the first Olympics.
He is involved in the Marathon where he is outrunning some sap named Hercules.
As you can see, he is always showing off.
I can't wait till he gets back, I am going to fill him so full of arrows that he will look like a pincushion.

Things To Do

It is raining cats and dogs here and I have had a very interesting morning, of which I will post about tomorrow. Right now I need to go over my list of things to do.
-go out in the middle of nowhere and appraise 200 acres of land.
-drive to Charleston and appraise a home
-work on appraisal of store building in Cleveland
-do two appraisals in Coffeeville
-work up a BPO
-get squared away with Denise and the bank on my loan
-meet with prospective buyers on two properties
-get rid of the shanks in my golf game
-pay damn bills
-submit invoices for payment of lawn services
-visit all the blogs
-hide in my closet for a week

It Has Been That kind of Week

A Confederate Map Pt. 9

Now we get to the part that I have written about before. I had changed the story of the Strange Rock Carvings up a little because I wanted to make sure not to leave a clue to anyone that a real treasure was buried on our property.
This is what happened. I carefully photographed all aspects of the strange carved rock face deep in the center of our property. I also sketched each figure and put them exactly on the paper like they were chiseled into the rock.
I took the whole mess and sent a copy to Cookie, the old codebreaker. He said he would let me know when he figured something out. A month went by, then two and I received an email from him. The email said that he had part of the code figured out and went into detail of how it was written. To make the story short for this blog, it was written in semaphore from the Confederate Navy. A slight change had been carried out by these forces, to keep the Union army from intercepting their messages and it was only used late in the war and later forgotten. There were still a few copies of it around and of course it was somewhere on the internet. Cookie happened to stumble on it after talking to some of his old friends in Washington that had access to the Super Cray computers.
After getting that information and figuring out the rest of it. This is what I found buried near the site.
It is some kind of intricately designed Naval wrench (the handle has CSA on it) and I carefully put it away with the old diary until I could figure out what to do with it. Soon after this, I got another break and the Treasure Hunt was about to start in earnest. I will write about this and how GuyK and Marian spent a couple of extra days at the camp with me after everyone had left after the 4th of July. We had a wild treasure hunt that they have all agreed that I can now tell you about. Stay Tuned.

Where They At?

As we get into August, I am concerned about some of our missing bloggers. I mean, has anybody even heard from Ivan since he got married? Probably dead.
What about those squirrel hunters, Andy and Julie?
What has happened to my good friend over at Hunting Sense? Makes no sense to me not to hear from him.
Fuzzy is missing and so is our New York Bowhunter. Hell our PhD in Deerology is gone missing too.
There are several others too. Our Alpha Male is missing, the Outdoor University seems closed, and no one knows what's going on in Jersey.
Someone needs to get these guys motivated again, deer season is rapidly approaching.

Ahhh, Grandkids

Can't live with 'em, can't feed 'em to the coyotes...

How To Age A Deer

I have been receiving several hits on Google Search from people wanting to know how to age a deer. This can be very helpful in analyzing your deer herd but can be very difficult to accomplish.
First.. you need a complete jungle wild man, like Kees, to trap the varmint.
Second..you need two big burly mean SOB's like GuyK and Mushy to hold the damn thing.
Third... you need an overly curious outdoorsman like Art to pry it's mouth open.
Fourth.. you need some bizarre psuedo intellectual like Blogagog to reach in and hold the awful things' tongue.
Fifth..You need someone completely crazy like Dazd to stick their head in there and look at the teeth.
Now, if the deer has fillings it is about 4-6 years old. If it has caps it is from 7-9 years old and if it has false teeth it is over 10 years old.
After getting the information, make sure everyone is in good enough condition to run like hell after you turn the deer loose.
Not everyone agrees with this information, for another take on the subject go to this site, How to Age A Deer.

2007 HARVEST SHEET

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Bloody Golf

It was supposed to be a relaxing weekend of golf at the camp. Paul invited David Hyde and Jim Rusch up to play and got me in the deal too. We were supposed to do a little lite work Saturday morning and play golf that afternoon. Paul was excited to come up and show off again and it got his blood up. At the last minute he slid his rifle into his golf bag (just in case).
Saturday morning at daylight he was found wandering around the place. That morning he saw 9 different bucks and several of them were wallhangers. He crept along with his rifle enjoying the morning when a big fat hog appeared in front of him at the Point Stand. Quicker than you can say Hog Blog, the rifle roared! Blam!
Another hog bites the dust. He and Jim also beat David and I at golf, but we are pretty sure they cheated (as usual).
Here is a pic of the killer and my Dad with the big 150 lb. porker.

Cash On The Barrelhead

Yep, it is actually raining money over here in Mississippi. I finally received that big check from my ads. Thank you Google and Thank you Blogger too.
As you can see the check is for $10,000 and now that I have received it, I am sure that I will be getting one like it every month. Guess I can retire and become a Great White Hunter, notorious safari guide and professional blogger.

Slots Are Cheaper

Picking up the story of our little vacation to Geyser Falls, we enjoyed the day and headed over to the Silver Star Casino to stay the night. Bad Idea....
They have an arcade over there that the kids just about went crazy to play in.
It did not take me long to realize that the darn arcade was more expensive than the slot machines. Here is Spencer, rolling and controling those balls.
The kids never hit the jackpot there but I lost on every game. I guess I should have just given them the money to go to the craps tables.

Here is a pic of Erin and her friend Madison enjoying the arcade.
They had a great time but as I get older, I find myself hating to put money in any machine that just eats it. I gritted my teeth and tried to keep quiet. I think every one had a really good time and I would like to go back to the waterpark, but I think I will skip the casino.
PS- I got Erin the Ipod.

Happy Birthday Erin!

Today is my baby coon's birthday. This picture was recently taken on their trip to Washington DC. A very nice pic of Erin and Sarah together, looking very grown up. Erin is 11 today and finally old enough to enter Hogwarts School of Magic. We are planning on lunch downtown with a small party. All she has asked for her birthday is an Ipod. Do you know how much a damn Ipod cost? Holy Smoke!
Don't forget that she is the Jr. Deer Camp Blog editor.

Saturday In The Park

Saturday at dawn, the Watermelon Carnival started full blast and yes it was hot, hot, hot. Those Pullen boys were selling melons in front of my office and sold out by midafternoon.
At the hottest part of the day, the Mechanics Bank gave away free, ice cold, slices to everyone.
Spencer and I wanted an unusual shot of the park and festivities and we snuck over to the Regions Bank, climbed up on the roof and took a couple of pics.
It was a hot day and at least a hundred degrees but there was good music, lots of games, interesting crafts and a good time had by all. Reminds me of the song by Chicago.

Watermelon Carnival Starts

The first real event of the Watermelon Carnival was Friday night at 7:00. On the way, we got a pic of Denise with this 123 lb. monster melon. We headed on over to the annual Art Exhibit featuring paintings and some ceramics from our local artists.
This was also a combo wine and cheese party that our host (the Persons) have every year and is a lot of fun and lets everyone do a lot of mingling.

Even our esteemed dentist (Dr. Barry Weeks) had his photos up for people to check out and purchase. Luckily they were wildlife photos and not pictures of his horribly agricultural golf swing.




Here are some newcomers to town, Bill and his dark haired wife, Patti, are our newest starving artists. In the middle is Annette, who has already made an impact on our town by being involved with the growth of the downtown area.

Weekend Events

Looking out over the park this morning, I can see that the Watermelon Carnival is in full swing. A light rain last night cooled everything off but it looks like it will be a hot one before the day is over. Will get pictues etc., when I can.
Dad has gone to camp to meet the Bulldozer guy. This is surely a mistake according to the great Deer Camp Axioms. Do you remember what happened the last time he used a bulldozer?
We are going to enjoy the Carnival and hang here. We also have the art exhibit tonight and the big street dance to attend. Saturday at noon is the biggest watermelon contest and we are putting Spencer in the seed spitting contest.
Isn't Debbie supposed to come to the Carnival this year?

Watermelon Carnival 2008

North Mississippi Herald Special Edition

A Wet and Expensive Weekend

While storms raged across Yalobusha County, Denise and I packed up the kids and headed to Philadelphia to Geyser Falls and of course, the casinos there.
We spent two days at the water park, enjoyed some great food and even got to do a little gambling for Denise"s Birthday. It was a lot of fun, but once again I am broke and back to work.
It was hotter than blue blazes, but the water was perfect. Here are Sarah, Erin and her friend Madison enjoying a waterfall on the Lazy River.


The wave pool was fun and very relaxing too!
It kind of eased the pressure of work that I had been under.




Of course the fun part was getting on the wild rides like the Backsplash and
we had to go down the super fast tubes!




A great time was had by all us kids and then we headed for our hotel and the casinos. Will post a little on that later.

The Lost Antler

I have been in contact with my old friend Steve Creek from over at The Shed Antler. He is having some mucho problemos with his great blog. In fact it seems that aliens have stolen it, leaving no trace anywhere on the internet. He is about to go crazy looking for it, kind of like Diogenes looking for an honest blogger. He hopes to have this site back up and running soon and he hasn't forgotten all his links and friends that check up on him. You know he could have just told the truth. A dog ate his blog.

The Christmas Card

I don't know who the guy in the red suit is, but that deer in the background looks familiar!

The Deer Camp Blog Christmas Card was conceived about this time last year and it took me several months to put it together. I would like all my links and anyone that reads this blog to send me an email with their picture. I will start a file and start putting the Christmas Card together. Yes, this also means you Toast Man and Kristine

Irish Problems

Yesterday was a nightmare. I did not have time to post here or on Marians site. The reason is typical. When business comes, it comes in flurries and if a problem arises it happens at the exact same time.
It was the cutoff day to get my passport for our trip to Ireland. Go to Oxford, get a passport. Seems real simple.
The first time I went they said I had to have an appointment. Of course, they weren't doing anything, I just had to have an appointment. I made the appointment and went home. The next day amid business and the damn phone ringing off the hook I loaded up and went back. I got every thing done but damned if I did not forget my birth certificate. DAMN! I had to get it to them and finished by 3:30PM.
I was sure I had a birth certificate laying around and easy to find. Three hours later with my office torn to shreds and the clock ticking down I could not find it.
Denise calls and I tell her what is going on. She says "Oh, I have it here".
I rushed home, got the birth certificate and got every thing done with seconds to spare. Cost for a rush order $193.00. Yes $193.00.

Marians Gone To VA

I will be doing some guest spots on Marian's Hunting Stories.
Now that she is out of the way, maybe I can tell the real story of how she killed that deer at the famous Christmas Place.
I will put in part of the story about The Ghost Glasses that takes place one harrowing night in the Vicksburg National Cemetery. That's where they buried all the Yankees.

Something Fishy

After receiving the Note from Thunderhoof, I noticed what seemed to be an underlying tone that made me wonder if the work camp this weekend was going to have some problems. As usual, I was right.
When we got to camp we split into groups for Saturday morning. Mark, Drew and I were on the chainsaw road-clearing detail. It did not take long to realize what that stupid deer had done. He had pushed trees down across every road on the whole place. You could see the gashes from his gigantic antlers in the trunk of the trees where he had pushed them over. I bet we had to cut twenty trees off the roads.
During a lull in sawing, we heard his distinctive grunt-snicker through the woods. I guess he thought it was real funny for us to work like that in 100 degree heat. I have news for him. A bullet is waiting for him come November.

Jones Farm Is Now Posted

In light of recent suspicious activities on the Jones Farm, a security system is currently in the process of being put into place. This is no ordinary home ( or cow) defense system though. This unique homemade system is specifically designed to keep out one single lanky, overly tanned, half blind cretin.
An elaborate security system of many layers has been created to mislead and confuse this sarcastic and pitiful, so-called Blogger.
The specs for the expertly devised diversions are as follows:
1)Paul paying camp fees ( who wants to miss that?)
2)A shiny nickel
3)A flashing sign that reads LOOK HERE TO SEE WHAT A REAL WEB SITE LOOKS LIKE.
4)A MS State fan
5)An LSU fan
6)free babysitting service
7)Houston Nutt
8)A dog catcher (HA-HA you Evil Dog)
9)A black and mild cigar
10)J.K. Rowling
11)Thunderhoof
12)boobs (and lots of ‘em)
If, by some miracle this “blog wizard” makes his way through this maze of temptation, then he is free to come terrorize our cows again, but I doubt we’ll have much to worry about. He will never get past the boobs.

posted by TJ
Spawn of Scratchy

A Note From Thunderhoof

Dear Rex,
I am missing you and all your stupid brothers.
Most days this summer I just eat and swim in the lake.
Your dad is fun and sometimes chases me out of his garden with a broom. I run and pretend that I am scared.
Time for you to start scouting for a good place to hunt.
It is always fun to sneak up behind you and snort.
You should see the look on your face!
Tell Mark, Trent, Paul, Spencer, Michael and
especially Marian that I
will enjoy making them crazy this deer season.
Try to bring Matt or that crazy Canuckian, Othmar, to hunt too.
Hurry down so we can have some fun before fall.
Your pal,
Thunderhoof

Upcoming Stories

To the people that have asked about what stories I have planned for the rest of the year. I have been working and plotting to keep things active and here is what I am planning.
1. Continuing the story of the Confederate Map and Treasure. I will be getting some help from Marian, GuyK and Cookie.
2. A strange campfire story about a very evil spot discovered in our woods where human sacrifice was performed.
3. When I was 11 I witnessed the greatest Tall Tale of all time. To this day no one has come close and I hope I can retell it as funny as it actually happened.
4. Another story involving the Vampire called Wandering Jack.
5. More of Spencer Golightly and the Ghost Glasses.
6. Annual Interview with Thunderhoof
7. Another campfire story about a mysterious valley on our property that lulls hunters in, and they are never heard from again.
8. A ghost story of what happened to me on a cold Christmas Hunt just after dark. Please read my first Christmas Place Story if you haven't.
9. Pics and stories as we prepare for deer season.
10. I also want some guest bloggers stories on How I Spent My Summer Vacation At The Christmas Place or another fun subject if anyone is interested.
11. We will be live-blogging the Watermelon Carnival
12. Denise and I have a trip in September to Ireland.
I have more ghost stories involving a covered bridge, a scarecrow and a walk on a rainy afternoon and, of course, pics of the giant deer I am going to blast.
I hope you will enjoy these and if you have any ideas or want to visit please let me know.

Work Camp Set

San Quentin, MS> This coming weekend a work camp has been set for the famous prison known as the Christmas Place HellHole. I called all the inmates to see what time they would be there to work.

Burney- I am going to the coast and probably won't make it.
Paul- Ahhh, I am going to be on vacation in the caribbean.
Trent- I have a major trial coming up in 4 months and have to get ready for it.
Bobby- Burney is gone and I can't go without him.
Michael- Ahhh, I have a Cantata to go to.
Mark- I think the Rebels are having a scrimmage that day
Drew- my girlfriends birthday is that weekend
Spencer- I'm sick
John- I'm hunting in Batesville this year
Hershel- don't worry, Rex and I will take care of everything
Rex- Damn!

Hump Day Happenings

As everyone knows, July 4th is hump Day for the hunters in our family. Now thoughts turn to getting ready for the coming deer seasons. We will slowly turn to watching the Outdoor Channel and thinking about how to get that big buck.
People (like us) that have property are also starting to plan on getting their field ready. Each field has to be clipped, a week or two later it has to be disked, it has to be disked, fertilized and planted again after that. A lot of work. Each stand has to be checked to see if it is rotted, firewood has to be cut, supplies bought, cabin cleaned, and you have to mix in some fun with it. This does not include the malingering Paul "Great Scout" Howells ability to disappear while everyone else is working their butts off.

Burning Down The Bank

First, I really hate to tell this on myself and I guess you had to be there, but it was funny as hell afterwards.
Yesterday, I strolled across the park, enjoying a morning cigar, to shout at Janet Dickey about some business, to visit with Glenda Griffith for a few minutes and hopefully see Bill Taylor to drum up some appraisal requests.
Outside the bank was a large Planter with some kind of flower in it, I did not pay atention. I put the cigar carefully on the edge of the planter and went inside. Afterwards, I picked up the cigar which had rolled over into the planter and headed back. I checked carefuly. (I swear) The cigar was out and there was no sign of any burning. I went back across the street.
Twenty minutes later, Bobby and I went outside and were talking on the porch when Bobby said "What the hell is that?" then "The #@*damn bank is on fire!"
A well of smoke was pouring from the big planter and then fire jumped up about 5 feet high. Holy Crap! I ran to the pone, dialed and told Glenda- "The damn bank is onfire, would you please get someone to put it out!" she said "We're working on it as fast as we can" Two minutes later they had poured a bucket of water on it and it was extinguished. Sorry to say, that the plant did not survive.
Glenda may read this and know how it started now, maybe a few others, but I am not admitting anything. Could of been someone else.

What Happened to Old Scratch?

Mooville, MS> Whatever happened to Greg "Old Scratch" Jones? Is he in hiding, prison, or lost in a parking lot somewhere? No. Old scratch has made an investment, and is busy watching it at every moment.
Mr. Jones has bought eight cows. I guess he is now a cattleman.
Now to work this huge herd of cattle requires a lot of patience and you get this knowledge from the cows themselves. This is how you do it.
Go out to your pasture and count the cows each day. If you can not count to eight on your fingers, you may have to take your shoes off.
Then you find a nice tall fence post and put your chin on it. This way you can relax till 4 o'clock in the afternon when you have to count the cows again. A lot of beer helps this time consuming task easier.
I know everyone will be worried that Old Scratch is working himself to death with his large cattle herd, but don't. Just think of the big money those cattlemen make.

A Lesson From Tom Sawyer

If you happened to read the recent post from Kristine over at Hunt Smart, Think Safety, entitled Caution Yes, Fear No, she talked about woodcraft, knowing the outdoors, and what to do if you see an animal capable of causing you harm.
I am going to relate one of those stories that stuck to me as a kid, that I think every person should try to keep in mind when in a tense situation.
I was about 10 and Disney re-released their movie of Tom Sawyer, and for some reason my Dad wanted to go see it. I guess it was nostalgia from when he was a kid.
Anyway……..
Tom and Becky were lost in the cave and while exploring they come across the bad guy, the evil Injun Joe. Now in the book they escape and Injun Joe dies alone in the cave, but in the movie it gets more dramatic.
They run and Injun Joe corners Tom against the edge of a sheer cliff that falls away for a thousand feet and it looks like curtains for Tom Sawyer. Injun Joe is smiling and walking toward him as Tom is desperately trying to figure a way to get away and Tom reaches down and feels his pocket for a misplaced weapon, anything he can find, and he touches a brass door-knob he is carrying for luck. Inspiration comes to him and at the last minute, he snatches the door knob out, throws it and hits the bad guy square between the eyes. This knocks our villain down and Tom and Becky make their escape.
When we left the movie, my Dad asked me if I learned anything from that part of the movie. My answer of course was “stock up on door-knobs?”
He became serious and told me, “No matter what happens, or how serious and scary a situation you are in, do not panic. If you keep your head and your cool so that you can think, you will survive while most people will not.”
I have been in some strange and pretty scary predicaments, but this thought always comes to my mind and has helped me in many dangerous situations.

A Confederate Map 8

I have told you that I had managed to keep the discovery of the old diary a complete secret. Later, as I had read through the faded writing and the hints of a buried Confederate treasure started to emerge, I was even more secretive but finally the feeling was too great and I had to confide in someone. Who else but my Dad? He has always been there and was there when we found the hidden cellar beneath the old house.
On a warm afternoon while working at the camp I asked him to come sit in the shade in front of the Witches House and have a cold beer with me. We sat down and I began the story of everything that had happened. I told him about the bowling ball and finding the diary. I told him the story of Lt. Julian Christmas and how General Forrest had buried the treasure on our property. I told him everything I could think of about all of it and showed him the diary. At the end I showed him the puzzling final paragraph.
“The key beginning is a stone at the start of our dream
The answer to our hope is carved in the heart of the wood.
To find the first, you must find the second,
and your future will depend on ancient rock to guide you.”
Dad sat and we talked about the excitement of it and how much fun it would be to find the treasure but he did not seem to be as excited as I was. Finally, he said “ The truth is that the treasure is not here, it had to have been dug up a long, long time ago. As long as anyone that knew about it had survived the war, they would have made sure to get it as soon as they could.” He followed with the advice “Keep your story secret and don’t let anyone see the diary. It will be fun for you to look for it but I assure you it is long gone”
Maybe not, I thought to myself, I already knew where to start my search. The Strange Rock Carvings hidden in a small valley in the bluffs had to be the beginning point and I also knew the man that could help me decipher the hidden meanings there. He was a Yankee blogger from New York, an old submarine man that finished his career in law enforcement. What people did not know was that while on those submarines, he had specialized in code breaking. On the net, he is affectionately known as Cookie and his blog is called The Cook Shack. Go visit, email him, maybe he will tell you the truth of what we discovered.

7/4/08 Beer, Crawfish, Golf

This 4th of July we had the annual family get together to do the traditional things that all families enjoy during the holiday. Drink plenty of beer, play golf till you drop, eat crawfish until you can't stand. I miss anything?


Hunter and his Dad, Kent, discuss the virtues of the Mississippi -vs- Louisiana crawfish





Dad is talking Aunt Marilyn and my favorite cousin, Noelle, into going to camp for a day.






Marijean discussing Ole Miss with one of the beauties on hand.







A beautiful day and a great time in my brother Trents' back yard.





All the kids hit the pool!






A group photo 7/4/2008

Perfectville Dog

In Perfectville, I have a perfect dog. This dog wakes me every morning at 6 o'clock no matter if I want to get up or not. What a great alarm clock! After I stagger out of bed, she is eager to bring me pieces of my slippers and when I let her out of the house, she always brings me at least half a page of the shredded newspaper.
And barking, that dog can bark!
She likes to slip up behind you and bark as loud as she can, especially early in the morning as I move into the den with my first cup of coffee.
She barks at all those invisible things inside and outside the house too.
She likes to keep you alert.
She guards the house too. We have not had an elephant or bear come in our yard since we got her. Camo doesn't like a lot of animals. She hates squirrels, rabbits, deer, cats, possums, rabbits, coons, turtles and most other animals she can smell or see.
She has to ride in the front seat to help with navigation, and she bites me if Denise and I get too cozy.
Yep, Ebay is the place for her, I take checks.
(No Return Policy)

Delivery!

This is the way my brother, James, has to have his new 4-wheeler delivered in the wilderness of Alaska.

Big Black Varmint

Burney was hunting the Game Warden stand a couple of years ago when this big, black, smelly buck walked out on him. Burney as usual did not wait around but instantly started blasting at the deer. After several shots, he managed to accidently kill the beast. This deer weighed 260 lbs. and would of had a great rack exept that one side was messed up and palmatted? (we have found this sign in several of our deer)
A tremendous big black swamp buck and a great trophy.