Monday, June 14, 2010

Camp Crazy Heat


Denise, Camo and I went down to the camp on Saturday and it was crazy hot. the temp stood at 100 and the heat ndex was 110. Of course Dad got some work out of us. the first thing was we had to drain his stupid pond again. I hope that damn thing dries up soon.
My ferocious dog ran 4 hogs out of the pond and with her bravery done, spent the rest of the time laying in the water while Trent, Paul Jones and I dug out the drainage ditch.
Later I took Camo and Denise for a ride over to the big woods across the Beaverdam. We looked at the Indian Mound on the bluff there and the pretty woods but it was so hot that we returned to camp pretty quickly. Trent went hog hunting to no avail and then Dad and Paul Jones went fishing. They caught a pretty good mess of fish.

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Kneesels

As stated dad is having his knee replaced on June 23 in Jackson. He has to go in Monday for a checkup and then we will have to be there on the 22nd.
The time has come to really think on this and hope for a speedy recovery.
I already have Bobby staggering around with a cane, I don't need another damn cripple.

Wednesday, June 09, 2010

Gone

The kids left early this morning and I am really going to miss them. I think they will be able to come back a little earlier and stay a little longer next time.
Maybe we can get to the lake with the Mailrider next time.

Tuesday, June 08, 2010

Tonight We Bowl


Spencer and Erin are returning to Gulfport in the morning but tonight we are planning on going out to eat at a nice place and then go bowling. Now I am not a very good bowler like another expert I know but I do know the fundamentals. It should be a fun last night together.

Monday, June 07, 2010

Pig Bomb!!!!!!!!

this is horrible!
the damn hogs are going to eat up all the stupid Yankees.
Wait minute.....
Never mind.
Phillip you better watch this just in case.
Pig Bomb

Friday, June 04, 2010

Time For A Hogathon

Received an email from our friend and farmer George Cunningham
Saw over a hundred hogs yesterday on Xmas and Refuge. When is next hog hunt and try to eliminate a few? Kill them and call us. My men will pick up and clean and eat if no one wants them. GBC
Time to load your rifles, call your granny, stoke up the fires and sharpen your knives. We are under attack! Time for a hell raising hogaton to get rid of these porcine pests.
Somebody call Phillip and anybody else that wants a freezer full of pork for the next couple of years.

Wednesday, June 02, 2010

Busy, Busy

The kids are here and every minute is busy. The appraisal business is also booming right now and i am off to Oakland, Coffeeville, Charleston and Calhoun City if I can squeeze them all in today.
Sorry that I am not keeping up but will try harder to get my posts up on time.

Friday, May 28, 2010

Traveling Time

My children are heading this way tomorrow. This is the first time that Sarah will have driven all the way from gulfport on her own. Spencer and Erin sound like they are glad to get up here and I am hoping to spend some quality get together time with them. You can't make up the time you miss but you have to do the best you can.
In related news, my Aunt Marilyn just left here with my cousin Jim and his daughter headed to Vicksburg. I wonder what Marian is doing?

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Toby Tubby's Gold (6)

I found some interesting information at the Oxford Library. I didn’t see the original book but they did have it on microfilm. This part seemed to relate to the same John, a slave boy that was owned by Chief Toby Tubby.
It left no doubt in my mind that he was won in a card game.
We left Spring Lake after a relaxing weekend of playing cards, enjoying the healthy, refreshing waters, and imbibing in strong spirits in our camaraderie. On the return trip a strange and curious event occurred that I was fortunate to bear witness to.
Feeling our way south toward Wyatte, the young slave boy that Chief Toby Tubby had won announced his presence by congratulating the Chief on his skill in cards and thanking him for saving him from the ruffian that had previously owned him.
He finished this brief oratory with the declaration that he was sure the Chief had won at least $463 plus himself. This was the exact amount that Chief Toby Tubby had been fortunate enough to win as he had shared this information with me.
I, at that time, asked the child his name. “John, Mistah Doctor suh” This young boy could not have been more than eight and I questioned how he knew how much money the Chief had won. Obviously he had no formal schooling or orientation in mathematics as a slave boy. He replied that he did not know but that “numbers jist work in my heads all, suh” At this time I tested his skills by suggesting simple numbers to add, 10 + 12, 24+18 etcetera which he gave the answer to as quick as I could ask. I tried harder numbers that I had to add myself. The sum of 345 +716 and other such numbers that he gave the answer to almost as soon as I asked. Soon the whole wagon was shouting out numbers for the boy to add and subtract. No matter the number, the boy always gave a quick and decisive answer immediately even though I was busy trying to add most of the sums on a piece of parchment I had found in my bag.
The child seemed to be a prodigy of mathematics and I remember looking at the stunned Chiefs face which then turned to me and smiled. He said “I have great use for this young boy.” This turned out to be a very true admonition involving the welfare of my friend, Chief Toby Tubby.

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Re-Coop-Ing

Dad has gone into the hospital. I am pretty sure he is going to be OK. I think he is dehydrated. I guess that drinking whiskey, fishing, golf and chasing widder women finally caught up to him. There's also a bug going around.
Keep him in your thoughts, will check in on him today.

Monday, May 24, 2010

Relaxation

Just what the doctor ordered. I spent the weekend doing nothing.
Birds were singing, crickets chirping, nothing else.
I feel rejuvenated and know that today I am going to have to start hard and go at it all day.

Friday, May 21, 2010

Crazy

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

Thursday, May 20, 2010

Scenes From A Golf Debacle


Dad and Guy Dale hit from the Senior Tees. Guy said "Taking that money was like shooting fish in a barrel."

An 83 year old swing, yes he was on the green.

What style, what grace, wish that SOB could putt.

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

A Court Date


Today I am going to court to testify as an expert appraiser in a trial. I have done this several times over the last few years. It is not my cup of tea. I have to wear a suit. Little do they know that their expert is still trying to figure out what he wants to do when he grows up.
Will let you know if they throw me in the clink.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Da Playahs

Barry Weeks/ Capt. Ribeye was indisposed

Paul and Shank Allen, I mean Stewart Allen

Bebo and Kenny Taylor

Monday, May 17, 2010

Back To The Grind


I made it back from Golf Camp and have been making up for lost time all day. I'm back in the grind now and have to pay for going to play golf and have a little fun.
I played pretty good golf this weekend but got my butt kicked on Sunday anyway.
It was still a fun time for everyone and will have pics later.

Friday, May 14, 2010

Gone To Golf Camp

I am gone to golf camp. I'll be stacking up a bunch of birdies or hogs. I don't know which. Keep an ear on your police scanner in case Trent gets picked up at RibEyes. When I get back, I should have enough money to take you all out to dinner.
While I'm gone go over to Keyboard Soup and join Mikes new site.

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Dawn Of The Blogger

Suddenly it seems that several bloggers are rising from the dead. The Cook Shack is back up and running. Kristine has risen and made a post on the OBS Blog, and my crazy friend Blogagog is up to his old tricks. Go visit these guys and everyone else on your bloglist. Let's all get back to work.
Isn't Spring wonderful.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Golf Camp Update

Everything is falling into place for the big Golf Camp this weekend. Dad and Guy Dale are coming, Bebo, Joe Black, Barry Weeks, all the Howells and a few more. The only problem we are having is with the MailRider. He is jealous that his sorry ass wasn't invited. Too Bad, stay home with your Union pals.
Saturday night is the really fun part of this when we go into Yazoo City for the big crawfish boil. This is at Rib Eyes. It got blown away by the tornado but he is working like hell to get everything going. Got to keep those Lounge Lizards pulling in customers. We might have to put a leash on a couple of the boys in our party. All the guys are stuffing rifles and shotguns down in their golf bags, can't tell when a hog might show up. Not counting the ones at the bar.
More details later

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

The Bionic Update

Dad stayed an extra day at camp last weekend and came dragging in last night. No, I am pretty sure he was not break dancing with the widder women.
He went into Jackson on Monday to have X-rays on his knees.
Not good news. They have exhausted every avenue to give hin relief in hs knees that they can come up with. He will have to have knee replacement surgery. It is scheduled for late June. I am thinking of moving to Alaska then. Being around him fetching and toting while he is laid up will be horrible.

Monday, May 10, 2010

The Great American Novel

Every person I have ever met says they are going to write a book someday. There are a lot of great stories out there and I wish the best for those that actually start writing. I am doing it and finding out just how demanding and hard it is.
Right now I am in a basement reading a secret book and for the life of me I don't know how I am going to get out of there. So I am constantly thinking about this as I work on other things. Scenario after scenario just to get me out of a basement.
I mentally marks things that are wrong as soon as I write them, knowing that every page will need revision after revision and then revision.
I am having to learn to write what I see in the story. This is massive amounts of description and back story that you never think of as you read your favorite author and I am getting better at it, but the book has a long way to go.
Meanwhile, I've got to get out of this basement.

Thursday, May 06, 2010

Golf Camp Set

The date for the Golf Camp is set for the weekend of May 15th. This year the golf camp is going to be more relaxed than ever as we are going to hunt hogs in the morning and shoot birdies in the afternoon. Should be a lot of fun.
Bring whiskey!

Wednesday, May 05, 2010

Toby Tubby's Gold (5)

A Letter From Peggy McCall
This is part of a letter from a Miss Peggy McCall to her friend Mary Lou Williams in Water Valley. The letter is dated May 16, 1851 and I have only included the part that seemed to be about Chief Toby Tubby.
“Do you remember that little slave boy, John, the one was saved from being buried alive by the Indians? Well now he is grown and goes by the name of John Campbell. He is an amazing man here, loved and respected by whites and blacks alike. All the children call him Mr. John….”
Everyone around the Oxford area knows the Campbell family and they are still respected today. I put his name on the list to do more research on.

Tuesday, May 04, 2010

Hogified


Trent used to make fun of our hog hunters but now he gets a strange gleam in his eye whenever they are mentioned. Trent went out Saturday morning and blasted a 125 lb. porker near the Elbow Stand and spent the rest of the afternoon creeping around like Rambo looking for more.

Thursday, April 29, 2010

Where Is Kristine?


No one else will ask the question. Where is Kristine? Did she finally go camping and get lost? Did she go hunting and shoot her eye out? Is she lost on the ocean while fishing for crappie? Where is she and is she OK?
If anyone knows please email or leave a comment. She has been MIA way too long.
Outdoor Bloggers Summit

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

Fun to Appraise

I really enjoy appraising any kind of historic type home. This is usually big older homes from the turn of the century or older, but every now and then I get one older.
These are small cabin type log homes from the 1850's that I recently had a chance to appraise.

Monday, April 26, 2010

Yazoo Tornado, Hershels's Fault?

Dad came in from hunting with no turkey (again). He has been hunting hard every weekend of turkey season and has not even come close to getting his bird. Needless to say he was tired, discouraged and disgusted.
He met Dorothy at the camp, sat down to have a drink and said "I am tired of this. Think I'll take up fishing. I wish there wasn't a turkey on the whole damn place. In fact, I wish they would all be blown to Alabama! They can have 'em."
At the famous Christmas Place, many strange things happen and you should be careful what you say. Sometimes if you make a wish here, you may get more than you want.
5 minutes late the sky had darkened, rain and sleet started to fall, the winds rose to a torrent and Dad, Ms Dorothy and now, Paul Jones rushed out into the yard, during a slight break, to see if a tornado was heading for them.
The tornado was boiling in the sky almost over them. The winds blew every direction and seemed to almost lift them off their feet. The tornado seemed to be just spinning above them and then they saw the most horrible thing of all. All across the property, you could see turkeys being sucked up into the whirlwind. Zip, Zip, Zip, they were pulled from branches, food plots, the woods and everywhere else and disappeared into the heart of the rolling wind. In a few minutes the tornado was gone and the turkeys too. I guess they are all in Alabama by now.
I do not mean to make light of the Yazoo City Tornado, it was horrible and we should keep everyone there in our hearts and prayers. Any monetary assistance you could give would be appreciated. they are a tough people and will rebuild, but right now they are hurting. Dad and the camp suffered no ill effects and the tornado missed them. Will give a report on any damage when I go down this weekend.
Everyone, thanks for asking about Dad and the camp, we appreciate your thinking of us and pray for the people of Yazoo County.

Friday, April 23, 2010

Visiting Cedar Hill

After we left the Union cemetery we traveled over to the old Vicksburg Cemetery to visit the Confederate graves at a place inside there called Cedar Hill. The place was peaceful, serene almost. We walked among the graves of those brave men and it was a very good feeling even though their effort seemed useless. Here are some pics we took that day.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Toby Tubby's Gold (4)

Princess Hoka
The first white man to come to Lafayette County as a settler was named John Covenant. He was an explorer, adventurer and what we know as a frontiersman today. He crossed into this territory along the Indian Trail known as the Natchez Trace, made friends with the Chickasaw Indians near Pontotoc and continued westward until he reached the beautiful and untouched forest around Oxford and the Tallahatchie River bottoms.
He found a land of plenty. Game was plentiful, the Indians peaceful and friendly, and trapping along the River and it’s tributaries was excellent. He built a cabin on the edge of the creek close to where the Oxford Library is today and set up camp. The Indian village was almost a days ride North and he kept his privacy except for the occasional Indian or white traveler. At that time there were two trails that came across the area. The trail west from Pontotoc and the main trail that started somewhere near Mobile, wound up through Mississippi, came into the area where the communities of Toccopola and Yocona are east of Oxford and they met right in front of his camp.
Over a year he became almost part of the tribe as he was such a novelty to the Indians with his strange skin and strange ways. He learned much from the Chickasaw and in turn taught them about his way of life. He would have moved further west within a year or two, if not for one small thing. He fell in love with a beautiful young Indian girl.
This was not any Indian girl. This was Hoka, the daughter of Chief Tobo Tubby, Chief of all the Chickasaw tribe and the cost to win her was not easy. Covenant worked another year gathering furs, building canoes, trading for horses and bartering for gifts before he was allowed to marry the young woman in the Indian tradition. Hoka was also the sister of Toby Tubby.
Covenant and Hoka set up house at his cabin and it did not take long until it had evolved into a trading post. Hoka was bright and quickly learned about trading and the white mans desire for money and gold. She worked hard to get the help of the Indians in the area for trade and the establishment of business in dealing with the white men. Toby Tubby became their closest friend and learned everything he could about trade and the value of money.
Supplies came up the river and for a fee in barter or cash, the supplies were loaded and brought to his little trading post. The suppliers were paid, the Indians received a transport fee and everyone was happy.
Soon white settlers arrived and Covenant and his wife managed to figure a way to rent lots to them for homes and as several businesses sprang up along the top of the hill above them. The land still belonged to the Indians, Covenant leased the land and received a fee from Chief Tobo. This went well for several years as white settlers continued to pour into the land, until during a hard winter the great Chief became ill and died.
Toby Tubby became Chief of the tribe and opened up even more opportunities for the Indians. He began to operate a ferry to handle people crossing the river. He leased rich bottomland for crops that fed the Indians and whites alike. He allowed timber to be cut, roads to be built, several towns such as College Hill and Wyatte began to be laid out and settled, businesses flourished and the money earned enriched his tribe in a different way of life.
Although the Indian people adjusted to the new lifestyle of the white settlers, many left and the push of the whites seemed never ending. Chief Toby Tubby realized that the white men were there to stay and that he and his tribes days were numbered, even as they changed their way of life to embrace the whites.
John Covenant died soon after that time and Hoka was left handling the trading post, the white settlers, and much of the business of the tribe. She began to be respectfully known to the new towns people as Princess Hoka and was the friend of all, but times were changing.
In 1832 the Treaty of Pontotoc was signed. This ceded all Indian Lands to the United States Government. Chief Toby Tubby, as chief of the tribe handled the money paid to his tribe but was allowed to keep many sections to sell as he wanted or to divide it up to give to his family. Princess Hoka, as his sister, received 160 acres where the town of Oxford stands today.
In 1836 Princess Hoka let it be known that she wished to sell her parcel of land and join many of the Indians that had already left for Oklahoma. She was approached by three growing landowners and businessmen that had high hopes to have the new town named as the county seat. These men are shown on the deed that she signed with an X as John Chisolm, John Martin, and John Craig. The deed was witnessed by the new local Indian Agent and the deal was struck. She received $800 in cash, sold her trading post for another $300, packed her things and went west. In the Lafayette County deed book it says Hoka “bargained, sold, deeded, and conveyed” the land for a “consideration…of Eight Hundred Dollars,”
She was never seen again.
The town of Oxford was founded on August 9, 1837

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

A Strange Grave Site

I had told Marian and Bob that I wanted to visit the Union cemetery at the National Park and I also wanted to visit the Confederate Cemetery nearby. We grabbed Josh and headed over to the Cemetery. Bob said he had something very cool to show us there.
In the cemetery there are two Confederate soldiers buried.
They were identified after the war, but left there anyway.
Confederate graves have a slight triangular shape to the headstone and it took a while but we located them. On top of one of the headstones was a quarter from 2000.
Yes, we left it. You don't steal from the dead.
The joke here is that it takes 17,000 Yankees to guard 2 Confederates.
Here are some pics of us there.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Saturday Flea Hunt

On Saturday, Marian made a big breakfast and we headed down to the big Flea Market on the main street above the river. It was festive and filled with people. Bob tried to buy a dog but we talked him out of it. Here is a pic of Denise with a cool OLE MISS lamp.
Here I am with some snazzy red glasses.
We stayed an hour or so, called Josh who was in the Vicksburg National Park and enjoying that, then headed down to the Corner Drug Store. It is filled with Civil War memorabillia and worth the trip to Vicksburg. the owner, Joe, is warm and friendly and always a joy to visit with. I could not find a Vicksburg coffee cup there, but we headed on down the street to a cool internet coffee house and hung out there for awhile. As we started to leave we decided to poke our heads into a little restaurant that looks out over the river, called the Biscuit Company. Lo and behold Josh was sitting at the bar. This led us into several fun events that we probably would not have taken otherwise.
Stay tuned.

Monday, April 19, 2010

Music On The River

We left Camo at camp and headed to Vicksburg. We arrived about 6, met up with our friends, Bob and Marian, then headed down to Washington st. and the music. The street was filled with people and food vendors were everywhere. We wandered back and forth enjoying the party atmosphere and listening to the music for an hour or so. They changed bands every hour. They played blue-grass, rock and roll, country and anything in-between.
We listened and enjoyed it but we needed to eat and we wandered into Duffy's where they were having boiled shrimp. It was well worth it. We could listen to the music, eat and enjoy talking about old times. It was also where we met a nice guy named Josh that changed how we enjoyed the rest of the weekend.
(this picture is intentionally blurry so Camo can not see that everyone else brought their dogs)

clockwise- Marian, Denise, Josh, Rex, Bob

Friday, April 16, 2010

Bewildered


Camo is upset and bewildered. Yes, she likes hunting turkeys and growling at deer and possums but she also wants to see Marian, drink beer and look for bullfrogs on the bank on the Mississippi River. I am dropping her off at camp and she doesn't understand. I will have to figure a way to make it up to her, maybe I will let her bite the Mailrider next week.

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Escape to Vicksburg

Suddenly there is a whole lot of action surrounding me. tonight is the chamber of commerce banquet and the party at Snookies. I am sure I will be asked to speak at the party but all they want to hear about is that stupid deer, Thunderhoof. Hope he doesn't show up.
This weekend is the annual red and blue spring game at Ole Miss. The Mailrider will be there yelling and hollering for all of us. Hate I am going to miss it.
There is a TEA party in Oxford's Avent Park Saturday morning also. I would like to go, just to see it. Your roving reporter could get some stories out of that I am sure.
Paul and Dad are heading to camp, there are just two weekends left in Turkey Season, plus they caught another boat-load of crappie last weekend.
Denise and I heading down to see Bob and Marian for the Riverfest in Vicksburg. Drinking, eating, relaxing on the river. Now that sounds fun. And the girls!, you haven't seen anything 'tll you see a beautiful barefoot southern girl holding a catfish in one hand and a croaker sack full of crawfish in the other.
Will give a full report when I return.
PS- Camo is going to camp to hunt turkeys. Hope she survives.

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Turkey Turmoil


This past weekend I sent my best hunter down to the famous Christmas Place to do something about the over-population of turkeys there. I am tired of those gigantic gobblers eating up my food plots, chasing away my deer, gobbling and waking people up every morning, and in general being a damn nuisance.
Dad set out to blast a turkey and put himself in a good position. Damn gobblers were all around him gobbling and tearing the woods up, but none would come into his sights. What is the problem? I don't know either.
Maybe we need an absolute turkey killer on the job. Any suggestions?

Friday, April 09, 2010

Mastering Along Without Me

The Masters Golf Tournament is being played this week and once again I did not receive an invitation to play. I can't believe it. Hey! I am a sex addict too!
I believe they are just prejudiced over my deer hunting and blogging skills and are afraid I would win the tournament too!

Thursday, April 08, 2010

Graduating A Bear Hunter

This photo is of my nephew Brock and his brother and sister. He has just completed his basic training and graduated. I imagine the rigors of boot camp were nothing compared to the way he was living in the wilds of Alaska. If we go to war with bear or moose, we are in good hands. He is supposed to end up at Ole Miss in the officers program. He is a really good young man and will serve his country proudly and with honor.

Monday, April 05, 2010

Geocaching the Bell Witch

You have all heard some version of the Bell Witch story, but the story really did not end with the death of Mr. Bell in Tennessee. The young girl, Betsy, moved here to Yalobusha county afterwards and lived her life on a plantation out west of Water Valley and is buried in the Long Branch cemetery.
My kids were here all last week and have become interested in Geocaching and on the internet they found that a cache was hidden at this cemetery near Betsy. They talked me into going after they read the cryptic clues to finding the cache. It took a little while but we found it. I might could get into this.

Friday, April 02, 2010

A New Landmark


Recently, Water Valley acquired a new landmark. You can see more pictures and read all about it in the North Mississippi Herald. The new Railroad Clock was donated by Mrs. Doris Crawford in honor of her husband Brownie and is a great addition to the north end of the railroad park in the center of town. It is very beautiful and the town thanks her for her continuing service to help beautify and preserve the city. She and Brownie have been an integral part of this town for as long as I can remember and Mr. Crawford is sorely missed. It is a wonderful tribute to him as well as the town.

Thursday, April 01, 2010

Money


I am heading down to Phillip and the infamous Money, Mississippi in the Delta today. At one time the little town north of Greenwood was known for its cotton plantations, millionaires and the rich flow of money. This store disappeared years ago. Today it is all gone.

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Two Stick

Two Stick, just off the square in Oxford, is a great place to eat. Denise and I took the kids there for dinner Monday night and it was a lot of fun. If you are in Oxford try it out.

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Easy Hunter


An old friend and school mate stopped by to see me the other day. His name is Mike Myrick from the Kudzu Khronicles. Mike is retired now and is enjoying life riding his motorcycle. He wanted me to join him on a trip to New Orleans, but I did not have a football helmet.
Still, instead of the Easy Rider, I could be the Easy Hunter if I could just figure a way to get the hell out of here.


PS if you do not understand this post you missed the 60's

Monday, March 29, 2010

A Shaky Start

This weekend I had to be in Jackson on Sunday to meet the kids. They are staying with me for their Spring Break. I decided to go to camp on Saturday, meet Paul, get in a round of golf and meet the kids at noon on Sunday.
Paul and Dad hunted Saturday morning and did not get a turkey. After lunch I drove in, gathered up Paul and off to the golf course we headed.
Neither of us have picked up a club this year we figured it was going to get ugly. Paul put a bottle of Brandy in the cart and we made a bet that if you hit a Horrible shot you had to take a drink. Not a bad shot, a horrible shot. We really had a good time, hit a lot of good shots, played halfway decently and staggered off the last green in a great mood. We manged to hit a lot of horrible shots too, but for some reason it seemed quite OK.
No turkeys Sunday and now I have the kids for a week of Spring Break. I may need to stop at the liquor store and buy another bottle of Brandy.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Waltzing With A Cane Pole


Marian and Bob have invited Denise and I down to Vicksburg for the annual Riverfest in mid April. It is the only place I know that you can dance, drink and catch catfish at the same time. Click their link and go see how much fun it is. If you are in Missisippi or close by, it is an event well worth your time.
Will also post the link on Max Mississippi soon.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

The Lazy Man's Way

Fishing season is officially open as Dad and Ms. Henry caught a whole mess of crappie this weekend. How did they do it? The lazy man's way.
Pulling up to the lake they surveyed the boat and decided that they were just going to fish near the bank and a great idea occurred to my father.
Shifting into low gear he just drove his damn Bad Boy Buggy out into the lake deep enough so they could cast from it. They caught all kind of fish, cranked it up and drove home. That is either brilliant or totally lazy, you decide.
Guy K would love this kind of fishing.

Monday, March 22, 2010

The Thunderhoof Museum

Just a few miles south of Tchula, MS on a county road known as old Highway 49 sits a brick building built in the 1920’s. A faded sign across the entrance reads The Thunderhoof Museum and for one dollar you can go in and look at the strange collection that the old man that runs the place has collected over a lifetime.
The building is rundown and falling apart now and you would not know that it was a great roadside attraction in the 1950's. The giant statues and advertising outside are all gone since the highway changed and all that remains is the old building and the stange old man that runs the place.
Most people think it is all fake, even though everyone in these parts has heard of the gigantic deer known as Thunderhoof. There are few visitors but the old man doesn’t seem to care and if you get him talking about the artifacts there you will be in for a strange and very interesting treat.
Inside the building arranged on shelves are 17 pairs of shed antlers purported to have been collected from the region that belonged to the great buck. The oldest antlers are labeled 1857 and range up to the newest date of 1964. The antlers are gigantic, covered with dust and it would be hard for two people to pick up just one of the magnificent horns.
Around the room are paintings of the deer. Most are on canvas but several are done on treebark supposedly from the early Indians of the area. There are all kinds of carvings, fossilized hoof prints, and parts of trees (logs) where the buck had sharpened his horns. Strings of his shed velvet are covered in glass.
You can take all this in with a smile if you wish, but then you get to other things that make you think.
Hand-written journals from early settlers that saw him, tapes and written stories of hunters that have encountered him, old tales from the Indians that worshipped him, affidavits from locals that had the deer visit their farms, and a few faded photographs of people that actually caught a glimpse long enough to snap a picture. Around the room are many stone and clay sculptures of the deer including the centerpiece of the room that is a full sized replica.
The oddest thing here are some of the antlers that local people found and carved uses for over the years. A very cool set of bagpipes, Several plows, knives , swords, a couple of rocking chairs, hat and gun racks, a baseball bat, lamps, a gunstock on an old musket, and even a horse drawn sleigh from 1897.
If you are in this area, suspend your disbelief and visit this old roadside attraction. You will be glad you did.

Friday, March 19, 2010

Daniel Boone Is Gone

and I think part of my childhood.

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Starting A Strange Trip


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



Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Hunting With Ms Dorothy

Dad has been very active the last two weeks making turkey blinds and roaming the property on his new Bad Boy Buggy. I asked him what had him in such a frenzy. He said he was going to take Ms Dorothy hunting and wanted his blinds comfortable and just right for her to sit with him.
Last weekend the season opened and they hunted together.
Did they get a turkey?
Hell no! What were you expecting?
He is still raring to go though and maybe this weekend they will.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

The Hog Caller


Ron was one of our guests for the Hog hunt. After we had no success on Saturday morning he pulled this contraption out of his bag and turned it on. It was a remote controlled game caller with about a hundred calls on it including everything you would ever want to hear out of a wild hog. It really sounded good.
If you know anything about hog calls, electronic or otherwise write a post about it or at least let my readers know how they work. I am sure Phillip is feverishly working on this subject right now.

Monday, March 15, 2010

Taking It Easy

No Turkeys were taken this weekend by our hard hunters. I spent the weekend laying around in front of the fire drinking hot chocolate and eroding my mind with Television. Hope to get back in the swing of things soon, but I am enjoying these lazy weekends right now.
The story of chief Toby Tubby is about to get started again, please re-read the previous stories.
Fishing will be here soon and if you want to visit for a fishing trip call or email me.

Friday, March 12, 2010

The Majestic And Mysterious White Deer

If you do nothing else today, go over and watch this short video on the mysterious white deer herds of Boulder Juction, Wisconsin
This is really a hauntingly beautiful video and totally cool

White Deer of Wisconsin

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Youth Turkey Hunt Success


Gobblerville, MS> Spencer and I went after a turkey Saturday morning and we did not see, hear, smell or even imagine a turkey the whole time. Of course we were interrupted when a loud BOOM! rolled over us from the Double White Oak Stand.
It just goes to show that if there is any killing to be done, Paul Howell is going to be in the middle of it.
Paul and Michael set up at before day, Paul hit his call and turkeys answered immediately. This big gobbler came strutting in and it was all over when Michael pulled the trigger. The beard on this one was over 10 inches. Congratulations on a magnificent bird!

Tuesday, March 09, 2010

Happy Birthday For The Editor

Today is my birthday and of course it is wet, raining and miserable outside. Even so, I feel pretty good and Lord willing will be here for awhile yet.
I took the name Editor to show I was the editor of the Bodock Times. This fictional newspaper was in reality our camp newsletter that grew until I learned to put it all on the Web by having a blog. Thank you to the readers out there that have made this a pleasure for me. For my birthday, I'm looking forward to a good steak and a very quiet evening.

Monday, March 08, 2010

The Great Hog Bust Of 2010

Yes, the great hog hunt of 2010 was a total bust. As stated before, the damn hogs have suddenly just disappeared. We did not even see one of the vile creatures this weekend. Did they leave because the rumor was that Phillip was coming to town? Maybe we just had the worst hog hunters in the world out there? I don't know. I can tell you that we had a great time and will go more into detail about our guests and what happened with Michael on my next post. Meanwhile, here is a motley crew......

Friday, March 05, 2010

Get Ready

The weather here has turned really nice and getting into the 60's. Should make for a fun relaxing hunt on Saturday morning.
Burney is headed down this morning to put out more corn for the hogs in hopes it will keep bringing them in to the stand locations.
I am trying to leave early so I can put out some secret, guaranteed, super-duper hog bait that they can't resist. I am going to put some in Marians's pockets.
Spencer and I might try to find a turkey for Youth Weekend too.
Never heard from Matt, if he was coming. Guess he is still under 40 feet of snow.

Thursday, March 04, 2010

New Hunting Bill Dead

The geniuses in the Mississippi Legislature have refused the input from the MDWFP on changes in the 2010-2011 hunting seasons. I wonder why?
Maybe you should call Gray Tollison in Oxford and ask him.
Hunting Bill Killed
A Sneaky Ploy

Wednesday, March 03, 2010

Did I Mention The Alien Burial?



It is an old rumor from around the late 1950's and I am in the middle of the research on it. It is a very strange and enigmatic story that I am sure you will enjoy. Plus, I believe there is some truth to the tale.
Coming soon...

Tuesday, March 02, 2010

Pride Of A Father


This past year, Spencer killed a sack full of deer. What he did not get was a big buck. When he made it to camp, he hunted hard and never complained. He saw lots of bucks and some really nice ones, but he wanted to shoot a deer to mount. I kept my mouth shut and did everything I could to place him at the right spot to get his buck.
I know for a fact that he let a 10-point go, several 8's and I was with him when a nice buck walked right under us and he never lifted his rifle.
The buck wasn't big enough.
Growing up I could not imagine doing what he is doing. (the other boys are doing this too) As a kid, if a deer with horns came by, he was a dead duck.
It is amazing to me the way he thinks about hunting.
The world of hunting has changed and for the better.
Yesterday was Spencer's birthday. I swear I think he is 15.
He will get that buck next year but he is concentrating on getting a big gobbler right now. I am very proud of him.

Monday, March 01, 2010

Ungrateful Hogs

Damn! You try to do something nice for those brillo backed varmints and they just snub the hell out of you. Burney went down to refresh the corn bait we had put out for the Great Hog Hunt and no hogs were seen, no fresh hog sign was found and the hogs have completely disappeared. Now that is just sorry.
Mark went hunting (against my wishes) but he did not see a porker anywhere. They are just gone. Where?, no clue. Hope the Great Hog hunt of 2010 is not a bust.