Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Thunderhoof, Paul Bunyan and Babe

It was the year of the two winters and even in Mississippi the weather had been unseasonably cool. Up North the weather had been so cold that almost all the forest had been cut for firewood and so many people froze that they stacked them up as a windbreak around the towns. In the South the temperatures got way below 50 degrees and there was even talk of snow. People in Mississippi were absolutely miserable from the cold.
During this time, the famed giant lumberjack, Paul Bunyan, heard about the pristine ancient forest located in the Mississippi Delta. Trees here were gigantic and the thought of logging in that wild uncharted forest sounded just right for him to spread his fame to the south as the greatest lumberjack to ever live. He and his enormous blue ox named Babe headed south.
Paul Bunyan set up his camp near present day Greenwood on the Yazoo River and started cutting. Babe was kept busy pulling the enormous logs to the Yazoo river and later the Mississippi River for transport. It did not take long for them to clear a swath across the delta and the constant dragging of logs smoothed the land as flat as a pancake. Everything went well until they finally reached the base of the bluffs near the little town of Thornton, Mississippi.
Thunderhoof, the Guardian of the Forest, had heard about these strangers and after seeing their handiwork of clear cutting of the vast Delta Rain Forest was enraged. Thunderhoof is the last of the Irish Elk and has guarded the Mississippi Delta since the Ice Age. Wise, powerful, magical and extremely smart, he saw the destruction of his forest and charged headlong into the lumber operation to challenge these interlopers.
Sparks flew from his hoofs and the sound of thunder blasted as he flew like an arrow into the camp to fight. The very first thing he saw stopped him dead in his tracks. A giant Blue Ox with horns fourteen feet across! Babe, the giant Blue Ox stood in the center of the camp eating the treetops of the immense virgin cypress trees. Thunderhoof wasted no time and gave a bellow that was quickly answered by Babe and they charged at each other headlong. The spot where they crashed together is now called Blue Deer Lake. Both of them were stunned from the crash but quickly regained their feet and the fight was on!
They tore up 70 miles of forest between the bluffs and the Mississippi river, and the dirt that they moved formed a large part of the Mississippi levee. After three days of fighting, bloodied and exhausted the mighty Blue Ox finally admitted he was beaten and bowed his head in surrender and that great fight was over.
Thunderhoof was not in much better shape and soon saw the giant lumberjack headed his way with an axe the size of a redwood tree. The exhausted deer prepared to charge but suddenly Babe the Blue Ox rammed into the side of Paul Bunyan and stopped him cold. Babe made it clear that the fight was over and it was time to go back home to Minnesota. Paul Bunyan scratched his head, petted the big ox on the head, smiled and then bowed to Thunderhoof. The famous lumberjack packed his things, threw his enormous ax over his shoulder and headed for new territory in the Northwest that very day. It was the greatest fight that Thunderhoof had ever had and as usual, he, Paul Bunyan and Babe later became friends. Large portions of the delta were ruined and later became the vast cotton fields that makeup huge portions of the delta today.
No one really knows what happened to Paul Bunyan and Babe in later years, they just seemed to wander further into the Northwest territory and out of existence.
The people of the delta were so thankful to Thunderhoof that they built a huge statue in Greenwood to honor the battle. To this day, deep in the Mississippi delta, the mighty Thunderhoof still guards the remaining old forest.

Monday, March 09, 2009

A Low-Key Birthday

Hi Everyone,
Today is my birthday and it is going to be a very low key affair. I am in the real estate/appraisal business and I can assure you the real estate market is not doing worth a damn here either. Today, I am going to have to put my nose to the grindstone to keep alive for another month. I have a whole host of things to do today and unfortunately I am beginning to feel like that Fat Hairy Bastard in Texas.
A bright side is that Glenda Griffith invited us over last night and cooked a wonderful steak and Denise made a cake.
Thanks to the people on Facebook that wished me Happy Birthday and hope that I can get a few minutes to relax later today.

Friday, March 06, 2009

North To Alaska


I have not heard from my friend Eric in a while, but he is still in the outer Othmar territory where it snows every day. He let his deer hunting blog lapse but incorporated everything into the
Bingorage Blog which mostly deals with Indian (Native American) and Eskimo art, etc.
He works at Broken Vulture Art and has wonderful pictures of his art work, a little of his 2008 deer hunting, and a wide variety of folklore stories, creative pics and projects. He seems always in good humor and his blog is very, very interesting.
Go see him, you might find something you like.

Thursday, March 05, 2009

Fowl News


The latest link I am proud to receive is from John over at Acrylic Duck Calling. his blog basically reviews a lot of cold weather gear, outlines strategy for duck hunts and gushes over memorable hunts all over the world. John also has several good post on duck identification. Holly would like that. He has an about page that links a great number of manufacturers. At the end he has an online store to check out and purchase some great calls, etc. Go visit him and remember this is your chance to Kill More Ducks!

Wednesday, March 04, 2009

Hunting Giant Crows

Verne, MS> now that the great hog hunt is over, it is time to get serious about some of the other varmints at the famous Christmas Place. Up in the hills there is a large cave that you can not even go into because these large birds are always swooping around causing havoc. It is time to have an organized hunt to get rid of them once and for all. The locals call them Ropen but I think they are the so-called Thunderbirds of lore. Either way, I am tired of them barreling down out of the sky and snatching up my deer and turkeys. They are now also working on my hogs and are almost so fat they can't fly. Anyway, I hope to organize a hunt soon by staking out a scantily clad, beautiful maiden or two in the center of our wheat fields and blasting the evil birds as they swoop down to devour them. Leave a comment if you would like to be included in the hunt

Tuesday, March 03, 2009

A Little Snow

One of my fondest wishes is to be at the famous Christmas Place during a big snow. We only had a sprinkle last weekend but it was beautiful. Bryan and Burney Bryan got a rabbit! Hogs in snow

Monday, March 02, 2009

The Great Hog Hunt of 2009

Porksylvania, MS> I was ready to leave the office on friday and rushed to get out of here. Greg was not going but Kim and Kyle were following us down to camp. Her son Tyler had already left to meet Dad. When I got to camp, I found that Tyler Jones had already scored on a really nice hog to set the weekend on the right path. That night every one finally showed up and we ate drank, and visited. Dad, Bob and Marian were there, Paul and Michael, Me, Denise, Spencer and Erin, Burney showed up with Austin, Katie and her friend Zoey, Kim, Tyler and Kyle, Jones. Two of our neighbors (Chris and Bryan) were there for the great hunt too. We had a fun night as the drizzling rain washed the Christmas Place and went to bed ready to get after the hogs.
The next morning the cold wind and rain whipped us and to cut it short, we saw no hogs and only Denise and I heard hogs at the Elbow stand. That afternoon we regrouped and headed out. Things got interesting very quickly. Bryan and Michael started shooting first, I took my binoculars out and looked across the field just in time to see Kim blast one at the elbow. BLAM, BLAM, BLAM!! 15 to 20 shots out of that one area. Then I heard Kyle start blasting at the Point Stand.
Then Marian and Bob shot at the GameWarden Stand. I was like the Maytag repairman! Erin and I did not see one. When we got back to camp it was in a tizzy and then they started bringing in the hogs.
The Gator was full of hogs that night, and even though Bob missed, Kim, Bryan, Michael, and Kyle had blasted hogs until they were out of bullets! It was cold but we all gathered to get a drink and have a pic or two snapped of the mighty hog killers.

Burney had spent the day cooking a whole hog on the smoker and that night we had a fantastic dinner. We let the hogs hang in the cold weather as we gathered around the fire and listened to the stories of the hunt. It got late as we drank and talked and everyone went to bed exhausted. When we woke the next morning, the ground was covered in snow. We set up drives through the thick brush and even though it was exciting, we got no hogs. I guess those Joneses killed them all! Overall we got 6 wild hogs this past weekend. Here is a pic of the mighty hog hunters. Phillip would have burst a button with pride! What a great weekend! The first Annual Christmas Place Hog Hunt was a major success!

Friday, February 27, 2009

Ready For Hog Camp

Tuskahoga, MS> Everything is set and we are expecting a big turnout for our First Annual Christmas Place Hog Hunt. We have looked at the charts and feel that we will not have more than 2 adults and 3 children eaten by hogs this weekend. The good news is that we should kill 5 or 6 of the nasty varmints.
Rain has moved in on us which might dampen our hunt so no promises are made on getting the hogs. I wish that all of my link and OBS friends were joining us. Maybe next year.

Thursday, February 26, 2009

Humans -VS- Hogs

The hog weekend is coming up and seems to have taken a life of it's own. Everybody and their brother is heading to the famous hog-infested Christmas Place to try their hand at blasting these rodents.
On the other hand, the hogs can not wait to rip and tear these losers to pieces.
the Humans-

1. Greg Jones aka Old Scratch. (Positives), mean, can kill a hog with his bare hands, eager and has a small arsenal of weapons. (Negatives), blind as a bat, can't shoot straight and will have to be on his best behavior.
2. Kim Jones aka Hog Stinger. (Positives), eager to kill, loves the taste of wild hog, ornery when she gets her blood up and always on GO. (Negatives) first time to try this, has to protect her babies and her husband wants to give her a peashooter.
3. Tyler Jones aka Hog Breath (Positives) 6'2 300 lbs of muscle and hates a damn hog.(Negatives) he is afeared of them hogs and refuses to hunt on the ground. Erin will have to protect him.
4. Kyle Jones aka Cool Hog. (Positives) Best shot of the men in the family which is not saying much. Will hunt anywhere, anytime and is very damn lucky. (Negatives) cell phone, sunglasses and talking. It is hard to be cool when a 300 lb. wild boar is chasing you through a thicket.

the Hogs-

(they don't have any Negatives and they have earned their names)
1. Gut Ripper- 217lbs. of pure hatred
2. Bloody Tusk- 187 lbs. with extremely long infected tusks
3. Lady Slasher- 242 lbs. specializes in killing and eating female humans
4. Brush Stalker- 175 lbs. known to run through brush at unbelievable speeds to atack unsuspecting hunters before they even get their guns loaded.

More players in this Bloodfest later.

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Sneaky Mexican Deer

Yes, we all know how sneaky deer can be, but the deer on the Mexican border may be the sneakiest of all. Our only border guard is Jamie and she is doing her best to keep the deer herd there under control.
Jamie runs a blog called Borderland Adventures: Her Perspective, and she is watching what is going on there as close as she can. The deer follow trails back and forth across the border which other animals use to illegally enter the US too. Jaguars, wild hogs, etc. Something must be done!
The big old deer hide in the sagebrush, drop antlers everywhere, and eat up her flowerbed when she is not looking. Looks like a war is going to break out there against these sneaky varmints and bushwackers are needed. Go over and keep an eye out, we may need to send reinforcements.

Monday, February 23, 2009

What The Hell Was That?

A few years ago I was traveling Howard Road that leads from Lexington to the old crossroads of Howard. Critter was riding with me and we were talking about our turkey hunt as we passed a sign that read INDIAN BLUFFS, PCBA. I thought it was just another rich mans hunting club at the time.
Looking out the window, I slammed on the brakes when I noticed a huge set of antlers moving on a pond leevee. I stopped, hell there were two giant sets of antlers!
I got my binoculars out and looked at the deer. Giant antlers, small bodies, spotted deer?, what the hell was I looking at? We watched the deer for 10-15 minutes and they finally worked their way back in the woods. I always wondered exactly what kind of exotic deer they were and then I saw this picture. I swear this is what I saw in the Mississippi Delta.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

I Missed My Blogiversary

Februrary 18, 2006 I wrote my first post. Since then it has been a pleasure each day to jot down a story about the famous Christmas Place, our hunting exploits and adventures, and post pics of our deer, hogs and camp life. My imagination let's me write Ghost Stories, Treasure Tales and Interview the King of the deer, Thunderhoof.
I have met many wonderful friends, helped create the Outdoor Bloggers Summit, put down in print wild hunting stories and tall tales from our past and meet friends I would have never known from online and in person. (Guyk, Marian)
Three years is a very long time on the internet and I feel like I am just getting started. Stay with me, it is going to be an interesting year.

Friday, February 20, 2009

Carbon Credit Focus

Gusher,MS> Not everyone has an oil well coming up through their floor like that zillionaire at Othmar Outdoors. Hell, he even has his own newsletter now. Not all of us work for a world wide conglomerate that pays their bloggers hundreds of thousands of dollars a year like Kristine. Some of us are scrambling every day to figure out a way to make a living. Old Scratch has been doing the research and we think Carbon Credits are the wave of the future, and the future is now.
The most important thing to know about Carbon Credits are that they are imaginary. Yes, imaginary, and they basically are what someone with a guilty conscience will pay to feel like they are offsetting the amount of pollution they are creating. They take their private jet to Europe to meet with the ultra rich like the Bushwacker, Drew or James Marchington to relax and party. They rent limos, throw wild parties etc., etc. Trust me, there is always plenty of Boobies and Beer. Then have someone figure up how many tons of pollution to the air they have caused and then pay for Carbon Credits to offset what they have done. Very simple.
Now Old Scratch and I figure that between our properties we have about 1600 acres that fits into the program.(or what we are willing to put up) for this.
Just using a base price (according to rough estimates) we think that each acre in the system is worth $250. $250 x 1600= $400,000.
Now this is great but being greedy and wanting to help the environment we would like to go directly to the hollywood elite and sell each acre on a yearly basis at $200 per acre. We need a rich California salesman in that Hollywood circle that can sell a wild hog to a starlet and make them think they got a deal. Looks like a win, win situation. So if you know a rich guilty Corporate owner or Hollywood type let me know.
Will send pics of our beautiful timberland if required.

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Are Hunters Tough Enough?

According to my friend, Chip Hunnicutt, hunters are a lot more than tough. In fact after reading his blog, you will see that they are Double Tough! He runs the cool blog at Doubletough Outdoors. His blog has lots of interesting stories, but he seems to concentrate on adding really interesting video for his viewers. All kinds of game and hunts, he's got a pic of a bear over there as big as a house, unusual events, and some humor too.
Chip is located in North Carolina. Hey! that is where Moose is from, so he obviously knows what he is talking about. If you have a little time go over and enjoy his videos, browse his posts and make sure to say that I sent you.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

The Executioners Meeting

Pentagram, MS> Yes, once again it is time for the dreaded Executive Committee Meeting of the Christmas Place Hunting Club. I like to call it the Executioners Meeting. We are getting together at midnight this Saturday at the camp to partake of the rituals and go over our rules for the new year.
The first thing is to pull the hidden lever and open up the secret passageway behind the fireplace that leads down to the Sanctorium and dungeon.
These dark catacombs are rarely used except for the Ten Point Club Meetings each year, the yearly deer blood rituals, executions, torture interrogations on guest that have seen big bucks and to keep people safe from a few of our more unsavory guest. We force them to stay there on occassion if they want to hunt. Like my hunting pal Nesferatu. He is a little strange, and is a Pro-Staff member from Othmar Inc.
You pass through the narrow passage until you reach the barred door, unlock it with the Deer Skeleton Key and pass through.
You enter and seat yourself at the candlelit table, drink the deer blood and then the High Executioner reaches over and slowly opens the Sacred chest and takes out the scrolls that contain the Rules of Death. These few pages govern all aspects of hunting for the camp members and their guest for each year. (they even have rules for the summertime).
Now is when a certain couple of evil lawyers have their way with the rest of us. The Executive Committee goes over the rules and talks about what worked, what did not and any changes that we need for improving the camp and hunting. The object is to wring out anything in the camp rules that would lead to fun and relaxation for anyone.

They try to make the rules so complicated that only they can understand the damn things. God knows you will really face the Executioner if you go astray and do something they don't agree with. "Off with their heads" the lawyers chant as they go over every comma and syllable in the rules. Anyway, wish me luck that I can stop their evil plans or at least postpone them for the immediate future.

Envirocapitalist???? I Like It!!!

I have never even heard the term before but my friend at Envirocapitatist is one. After you read his site you will understand and be one too! He is blogging out of Tennessee, somewhere near Mushy I think.
His blog is filled with great personal stories about his hunts, his true excitement and joy of just being in the woods and enjoying nature, his family ties, and a sprinkling of personal photos that are really good. It is a great read and with his writing, you can see it all in your minds eye. He needs to get the Old Deerslayer to come visit him. You go see him too.

Saturday, February 14, 2009

Como Commotion

Como, MS> It had been a very long day, yes another red letter day for the Baileys, and I was ready to get out of town, have a drink and relax with my friends. Denise and I picked Greg and Kim Jones and headed to Como to meet Mark and Kim Stewart. The Como Steak House was relaxed, friendly and fun. I felt the tension slipping away as we caught up on everything under the sun.
The ladies laughed and talked (mostly about us) while we discussed the really important things in life. Ole Miss football and recruiting, Deer Hunting and now Hog Hunting. Looks like a great year coming up for all three!
I suggested that Mark take Greg under his wing and show him the finer points of hog hunting, like actually how to kill one. Mr. Jones replied with a dirty word. Hey, I am trying to help him! His hunting skills stand for themselves.
Denise, Kim J and Kim Stewart all were decked out and gorgeous and as we talked and drank it felt like family and good times. Then the steaks came and they were gigantic and very, very good. Dessert was the super cheesecake to die for.
Meeting friends, relaxing, having fun, a great meal and drinks to ease away the rough day. It was great. Mrs. Jones even got rowdy! I won't elaborate.
This was once again a great get-together that is our annual event. I sure hope it last a long time. Thanks Denise, Greg and Kim, and Mark amd Kim for a great night.

Friday, February 13, 2009

Take A Walk On The Wild Side

Coolcat, MS> I received a link from a very enterprising guy named Rod McBellanic. Rod has a nice blog called The Wild Side. Rods site deals with hunting, guns, ammo, where and when to be in the fields and just about anything you want to know about being in the woods. His site also looks at how to set up and get a business going, which is something we all need to look at. He has links to some very interesting instructional books for novice and so-called expert alike in all different fields.
He leaves lots of comments as he makes the rounds of the Blogoshere and seems genuinely interested in making his site the very best it can be.
He is also the shirt guy from FieldDressed.com. In honor of the OBS challenge, I have a new T-shirt slogan he can work with, "Women Can Hunt Racks Too!" I think that might get him some business.
Now to something serious,
his site reminded me of a very cool song from years ago and I am embedding the video for Rod, Rhonda, Becky and Terri. I think they will enjoy hearing it again.
Remember, the colored girls say ohh, ohh, ohh, ohh uh ouh ouh

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Women At Deer Camp?

This post is in response to the challenge at the Outdoor Bloggers Summit called Non-Traditional Faces of the Outdoors.(please encourage all women hunters to join the Outdoors Bloggers Summit if you can.)
As I was growing up at a hunting camp in the south, it was still a man's world. Yes, I knew a few adult women that hunted but they sure as hell were not going to come to stay at our camp. Men cursed, drank, stank, peed in the yard and were in general pretty uncouth there and it was a true He-Man, Woman-Haters Club. Everyone knew women could not hunt. They took too long to do anything, always had to go to the bathroom and got cold. Plus they always wanted you to clean this, or clean that and everything at camp was icky to them anyway.
Hunting was for tough guys. Even my sister was treated this way and told to stay home with her Mama. I do not say this was right, it was just the way it was.
This was my thought at a young age, but slowly it has evolved until I see it in a whole new light, as have all the men of my family.
As I grew older, I still thought of hunting and camp as a very virile sport, and going to camp was a place for kids like me to be treated as men. Deer camp was not for girls! Then I learned a lesson. The lesson came when I held my newborn baby daughter in my hands and realized the importance of making sure to spend as much time as I could with her while I could. My eyes opened and I began to realize there were a lot of women out there that hunted, and having them at camp was pretty much OK. Once they were accepted, I found out they were eager to pull their weight, eager to learn, and a lot of fun to hunt with.
Marian has hunted with me many times and she is a joy to have at camp. My children and Pauls children all hunt and if some one is getting dressed and walks by a doorway in their underwear, the girls don't bellyache and act like they are insulted. They politely turn their heads and keep doing whatever. None of them have shirked their duty to be good sportspeople, to abide by the rules and game laws and to dress their kill if they take an animal. It is part of it and I have found that the women that hunt accept that responsibility as being part of the club. A lot of them can drink and spit peanut hulls into the fire as well as you can, and they are as competitive as any hunters you have known. In fact, I am looking forward to meeting and getting all my female link friends to come visit and hunt with me when they can.
This is a little rambling, but the truth is here. Women are a wonderful part of the Outdoor tradition, and us men need to encourage every woman to get involved.
PS That damn Thunderhoof loves women hunters and that is good enough for me.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Linking A Buffet

I have a new link from Dihardhunter. He runs a neat blog aptly called The Outdoor Smorgasbord. He has beautiful wildlife pics, great trail cam and deer pics, stories of his hunts, and info on the biology and movement of the Virginius Whitetailius. (deer to you uneducated non-Latin speakers). He is one of those rich bloggers making money hand over fist with Steve at The Skinny Moose Network. Go visit his site it is a rare and wonderful buffet about hunting, life, heritage and being part of the Outdoors.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

An ATO Hog Party

Cancun, MS> Paul goes on an annual Golf Trip each year with a bunch of our old fraternity brothers from ATO. I have been on the trip and it is a lot of fun. this year Paul invited a couple of these guys down to have a hog hunt last weekend. It is a busy time and only a few came but they had a great hunt. Shown are Paul with Alan Mcleod and David Hyde who have always been wonderful guests at the famous Christmas Place.
David is the big guy on the right and he blasted this 220 lb. wild hog off of the Point Stand. He hunted that morning and saw a lot of wildlife (deer, coyote, hawks etc.) but no hogs. At 9 o'clock he decided to get down draped his rifle sling over a branch and wiggled his big butt around to get out of the stand. It is a tight fit up there and finally his manuvering got one foot on the steps as he hung half off in open space trying to not get killed. He looked to his left and the big hog was staring at him. Isn't that the way it always happens? Somehow he managed to get his rifle, put a bullet in it, get a rest on the floor of the stand and shoot. I guess the hog was so busy laughing it forgot to run. A fun hunt and a good memory for our old friend.
Here is Dad doing his job and bringing in the big rascal. You can even see the tusk sticking out from the hogs mouth.
My hog hunt is being organized for two weekends from now, hopefully. This hog hunting is rather fun and I wish I could have a womens hog hunt, that would be a heck of a lot of fun.
Marian, Brenda, Holly, Elizabeth, and any more of the ladies that would be interested. Hey! we could use Phillip for bait.

Monday, February 09, 2009

A Buddy Link

A new link has been added to my sidebar. This blog is run by Brenda and has a lot of neat stuff you can mosey around doing while you visit. The name of this blog is
My Hunting Buddies.
Now Brenda is located in LA and like other California hunters, seems to have an overwhelming desire to kill wild hogs.
Her blog has a place to upload pics; I can't find mine but Marians' is plastered everywhere, areas for discussion with other hunters, a forum to sell stuff there, and a place to write your own blog or help with theirs. Plus she gives lots of links to other blogs. She has joined the OBS and is quickly making a name in our circle. Please go check out her site, post a pic of yourself and make a new and very interesting friend.

Thursday, February 05, 2009

It's A War Out There

Montezuma, MS> There is a very good reason why we hunt deer down here in Mississippi. The deer here are not stupid like those deer in Goon's North Dakota area. They are not like those fat Canuckian Deer of Othmars either. Trust me, we don't get to hunt till up in the spring for those sissy, flower chomping Virginia Deer of Matts. Down here the deer are mean, hateful critters that will attack a man quicker than you can say "Hunt Smart, Think Safety". They are wild, vicious creatures always plotting the overthrow of the humans. They are also lethal suicide killers that attack unsuspecting motorist along Hwy 49 any chance they get.
Ricky Berry sent me a pic of one such recent attack. Beware it's a war out there.

Wednesday, February 04, 2009

National Signing Day



Today is the day that atheletes sign their National-Letter-of-Intent.
Holy Mackeral, Looks like the Rebels are on a roll!

Tuesday, February 03, 2009

We Can't Kill A Deer

But here is a pic of Drew Stewart with the Stewart boys latest hog massacre.

Monday, February 02, 2009

Happy Birthday BobCat!

Ground Hog Day is Bobby's Birthday. I think he is 364.

Groundhog Day


Punxatawney, MS> Mark Stewart has become our resident Hog slayer at the famous Christmas Place. Wild Hogs or Groundhogs, makes no difference to him as long as it's a hog. What better way to celebrate Groundhog day than by blasting one of the overlarge rodents that infest the place. Here he is with a medium size one that he blasted. You know, that Mark hates a damn hog (of any kind). Let's see Kees top that.

Sunday, February 01, 2009

96,009

I know that most of you that read this are already listed better than this in the Technorati Ratings but I am somewhat proud of the accomplishment and am now ranked 96,009.
I have finally moved into the top 100,000 blogs on Technorati. If you read this and are not a Technorati member, please go over and sign up to be ranked, check your links and blog reactions, and to Ping them to update everyday.
Being a member here is also a way we locate you for the Outdoor Blogger Summit membership when you add the OBS badge. It is one of the few sites on the net that I use everyday.
PS> Maybe one day I can be as famous as GuyK at Charming, Just Charming!