Hungry Yankees

The boys from Minnesota were down for the hog hunt and hungry to get a big porker to take home. They are exceptionally good people and were a joy to be around. They did everything in their power to get a hog but no success. They probably need a better guide than me.
We are looking forward to them coming back to try it again.

This is Jacob, Joe and Ron and even though they talk funny we really enjoyed them coming to camp.

Hog Camp 2011

Success! The hog camp of 2011 was a great success as we eliminated three hogs and had several other close encounters. Tony killed this prehistoric looking porker off in one of the big hollows by the lake.

Here is Tony and Robert (our cousin)

Hog Lust

Unlike Phillip at the Hog Blog, I do not suffer from lusting after the blood of those nasty damn hogs. But, it is amazing to me the people that do.
One of the jokes in our camp is
If Mark had two bullets and a trophy buck and a hog came out in front of him, what would he do?
The answer is- shoot the hog twice.
Lots and lots of people that do not care for deer hunting can not wait to get a crack at a hog.
Maybe one day Phillip will come down to visit, maybe bring Holly with him, and show us how the heck you really get after those hogs. Waiting.

Yankee Hog Rules

As stated we are bringing in a bunch of Yankees to hog hunt this weekend and it could get dangerous. Here are some rules for them to observe.
1. Don't shoot the Saquatches. I don't know what the fine is for that and don't want to know.
2. Hogs and deer are different animals and species. Look hard before shooting.
3. Burney and I are not hogs, don't shoot us either.
4. Camo is not a hog either and she don't care much for Yankees.
5. Don't mess with Two-Gun Tony, I don't want to have to clean up any blood.
6. Mark and Tony work for the Post Office. Please don't ask about weapons or psych evaluations in front of them.
7. If you are attacked by a hog, be quiet. Other people are hunting.
8. Have a good time and don't blow your damn fool head off.

The Sasquatch Files

I went over to Moose Droppings to check up on the search for Bigfoot. The big circus they had up there looking for him was all done completely wrong. Why do you look for him? The main thing you want is a picture and his autograph of course. He is almost as famous as Elvis! The sasquatches, sasquati, whatever, on our property are just as elusive as those in North Carolina and I can't get them to sit still for a picture. If they do, they ham it up so bad no one believes the pics are real. I am going to do some sleuthing this summer and find out more about them and why they spend their summer vacations at the famous Christmas Place. Will be reporting more on them later.

Ghillie Boys' Birthday

Today is Spencers birthday. The first thing to remember is that all the cool stuff happens when you are 16. He is going to have a very interesting year. The most important thing though is that he was born on National Pancake Day. Yes that is today and of course it's all the pancakes you can eat. Congratulations to a fine kid that is really interested in joining the Marines and is looking forward to serving his country.
As you can tell from his shooting ability, he wants to be a sniper.

A Tarnished Weekend

So I am watching the Academy awards and who do I see sitting up there with his buddies Tom Hanks and Brad Pitt? That's right, that stupid deer, Thunderhoof, was schmoozing with the celebrities. I just turned it off.
No hog info this week either. It is very quiet. In fact neither one of my evil brothers has talked to me this morning. Thank God!
Tomorrow is Spencers Birthday! This means drivers license to him so expect to see more of him at camp this year. No more excuses.
I wonder when they are going to make a movie out of my blog?

Hog Death 2011

The big hog hunt is set for next weekend and we have a herd of Yankees coming down to enjoy it. Burney, Mailrider and myself will be hosting and there is a chance that my old friend Mr. jones (Scratch) will be joining us. There is also a good chance that Two-Gun Tony will be coming too. That, by itself, should scare the hell out of the Yankees.
Hunting these unpredictable and vicious hogs is hard and dangerous work and I only expect for one or two of our guests to be gored and eaten.
Should be a fun time.

While I'm Ranting

Let me introduce you to Bear over at The Redneck Rant. He is blogging over in Pennsylvania of which I know little except that I did pass by Miss Jennys place once, wanted pancakes but Mailrider wouldn't stop and visited Gettysburg. That's a different story though.
Bear takes on everyone and loves hot music, the south, hunting and everything country you can imagine and is not a damn bit apologetic about any of it.
Looks like he is a pretty good hunter, and a good shot too.
Go over and visit him and tell him to keep blogging!

Death to Somalia

I usually don't go off on rants. I mostly leave that to Long Tall Becky or the charming and perceptive GuyK, but these damn pirates have really pissed me off. You need to read the headline. Pirates Kill 4 American Hostages on Yacht. What in the hell is the President doing? What the hell is our military thinking? Who the hell is in charge? It is time to go back to the Roosevelt ultimatum with these g.d people. "Pedicaris alive or Razuli dead"
It is time for warships off the coast of Somalia and a whole lot of worthless dead m.f pirates. Get off your asses. Now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

5 Year Blogoversary

In February of 2006 I started writing on this blog. I had no idea how to start and which direction it would go. I only hoped to write down the wonderful stories I had heard growing up on paper for the future. Thunderhoof was barely an idea in my head and I had no knowledge that I had an affinity for writing short ghost stories. (ed. note... Thunderhoof is real and all stories told here are completely true.)
I did not believe people would actually read my blog or tell me how much they enjoy it. I also did not know the friends out there that I would make if only on the internet. I hope to meet each and every blogger that I have crossed paths with one day. So I continue, there are a lot more stories and the famous Christmas Place is full of them. I am old, ancient for a blogger now, but still enjoying it. I hope you will visit often. Thanks for reading.

Appraisers See History

One of the fun things about being an appraiser is the chance to see and touch history. Exploring old vacant homes and buildings gives you a chance to really look at the architecture used when it was built and to discover things that have been ignored, lost or just plain forgotten.
Recently I had the chance to appraise an old bank. Inside was the original safe from probably 1890-1900. Very cool. There were also many files here that had historical significance that need to be saved. If anyone knows how to contact the Yalobusha Historical Society, please leave a comment.

The Battle of Coffeeville

There is little in the history books and no set aside battlefield to mark the importance of the Battle of Coffeeville. Recently a marker was posted that at least marks that it really happened.
A trap was set as the Yankees moved through my hometown of Water Valley and headed down the railroad and old Coffeeville road to take Coffeeville. The Yankees were strung out over two miles of road and moseying along when the trap was sprung and the Confederates opened fire with cannon, musketfiree and crazed calvary. The Rebs caught them completely by surprise. Needless to say it was a rout and the reeling Yankees skedaddled back up north of Water Valley to lick their wounds and ended up retreating back to Memphis. This battle effectively stopped Grant's first advance on Vicksburg.

Valentines' Day Confusion

It is Valentines Day and once again I am totally confused. I need to get something nice for Denise today and maybe go out somewhere nice for a dinner.
But what about Camo? Do I need to get her something? And what about Thunderhoof? That stupid deer has survived hunting season once again. What can I get him? This is confusing. Suggestions needed (quick)

Icy Golf

Yesterday after I got home I went and found my golf clubs and pulled them out. After a few rusty swings I headed out to use them. I spent the rest of the day breaking ice off of my driveway with a damn 7-iron. I really need some relief.

White Out

Once again I ask, is this winter never going to end?
We are covered in snow (again) and I am tired.
I want to fish, and play golf, and enjoy being outdoors.
This is ridiculous.

Tricksy Snow Hogs

Another massive cold front is moving into the South today and it is bringing a ton of snow with it. How in the hell am I going to blast a hog in a blizzard? Those varmints root up under the snow so you can't see them and when you walk by, they spring up and gore you to death. Everyone knows that. Ask Phillip. And the white hogs, they blend in to the snow perfectly as they creep up on you for that death slash. Yes, really. Everyone knows that. Ask Bob.
It is not going to be fit weather for man nor beast this weekend. Guess I will stay home by the fire while other fools go die in the snow.

Easy SuperBowl Money

I watched the SuperBowl Sunday and of course knew who was going to win before the game started. The TV panned to the owners box and there were a bunch of zillionaires, a President or two and Thunderhoof up there having a great time. That stupid deer had a big cheese head thing on his head.
Game, set, match.

Belated Birthday Greetings

Paul Howell, crooked lawyer and ambulance chaser, professional killer and man of many useless words had his birthday this weekend. Yes, he is old as dirt. Congratulations on another year and hope you have many, many more happy birthdays brother.

Blasted Tailfeathers

Paul and his cronies made a last duck hunting trip over in Arkansas. I am sure the wardens are still looking for them.

Who Needs 72 Virgins?

Paul and his cronies in Heaven

A Final Hog

This past weekend my cousin Davin Lammey and his son Dean came down to visit. Davin got a doe and Dean got this nice hog. They are pictured here with Burney. A very good final hog for deer season.

Past Due Delivery

Mark (Mailrider) finally got a nice 9-point delivery at the Levee Stand this past weekend. It was Waaay past due.

The Last Push

This is it. The very last weekend of deer season and I will be leaving after lunch to go down to the camp and meet Marian and Bob.
The weather is warming and the deer are using the fields after the cold spells we have been having. The 45/70 will be in play as this is a primitive weapon weekend but rifles will be used by those hunting hogs. Should be a fun weekend. Will report Monday.

Varmint In The House!

My friend Mike at Kudzu Khronicles sent me this video.
Those Damn Deer!!!!!!!!!!!
There ought a be a law!

Snowy Pecans

My brother, James, sent me this pic to let us know he is alive and well in snowy Arkansas. He recently bought this pecan orchard and business and is working hard to get it growing. We wish him good luck and hope to see him if this winter ever ends.

Bloody Fingers Turns To Ducks

BOOM, BOOM, BOOM! The shots rang out against the still morning as Paul "Bloody Fingerss" Howell crept around the back of the lake.
The rest of the members of the Christmas Place Hunting Club were trying to get a big buck and did not appreciate Paul's duck hunting, but you know he really didn't care. There was killing to be done! BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!

Please, God, let hunting season end soon before we kill him.

Double At The Taj

Erin came up for the weekend and of course would not hunt with me. She and Drew headed out to the Taj Mahal stand on Saturday afternoon and Erin blasted her doe about 5PM. The doe was about 75 yards and she made a perfect shot. She and Drew sat quietly and 30 minutes later another one came out and Drew got that one. Another great hunt for those two. This is Erin's second deer and the first without me being with her. I think she is going to be an excellent hunter and a very good shot.

The Curse Of The Black Rifle

It was a night like this one. It was cold, misty, wet and miserable and I was glad when I got through Lexington on my way to the camp. I followed the wet road to the old Howard crossroads and took a left. Not much farther, sitting right in the center of the road was a big sign that said “Bridge Out”. I sat thinking about how crappy that was and which way I should go, then turned my old truck around. There was a detour sign pointing back to Lexington that read “Detour 1 mile” I turned and headed back down the road. It was a long way to get around another way and I reached the detour that led in beside an old concrete company. I turned right and headed down the gravel road. I knew this road had to cross the river too and hoped it was safe to cross after all the rain we had been having. A mile down the road I came to the bridge.
I was glad to see that it was a brand new concrete bridge and you could see where fresh red dirt had been pushed into place in front of the edge as I slowed down but the soft dirt made the truck slide and turn almost sideways as I came to a stop. The bridge was covered in ice. I looked at it for a minute wanting to make sure I could safely cross, put the truck in 4 wheel drive and eased forward. The tires just spun in the muck. I put it in all wheel drive but the truck just started sinking. I went forward, backwards and anything I could think of but, like a fool, I was stuck in the middle of the road. I got my cell phone out. No Service. I was stranded.
After trying the truck some more and holding the phone at every angle to get my phone to work, I decided to walk up the road to reach the ridge above me to get a signal. Everyone was already at camp and I knew they would come pull me out even if they griped about it. Two hundred yards after I crossed the bridge it started to rain, then sleet. After another hundred yards I was soaked. That’s when I saw the light.

Up in the woods a short ways I could see a porch light on and turned in the old driveway. Walking in I could see it was an old Antebellum style home with 4 columns in the front. The house looked neglected with peeling paint but I prayed they would have a phone. The light was from double lantern lights beside the front door that seemed to flicker in the rain. I moved up the steps and knocked on the door. It took a few minutes but finally the door opened a crack and I could see the piercing blue eye of an older man staring at me. He said “Are you here about the rifle?” Standing there cold and wet I thought fast. I said “I’d like to see it but I really need to use your phone too. I got stuck down by the bridge” He stared a minute at me then opened the door and let me in.
I introduced myself as the old man led me through the foyer and into a large parlor that was obviously his den. A nice fire was going in the fireplace even though the room was dusty and unkempt and I took off my jacket to stand near the blaze. The old man watched me warming myself and said “You’re the first person that has answered my ad.” He pointed to a phone on the desk and I hurried over and called the camp. The man told me the address and they said they would be there in less than an hour. I hung up, thanked the strange old man and asked him to tell me about the rifle.
He said “I’ll do better, I’ll show it to you.” Against the wall was a large glass fronted gun cabinet and he took a key from around his neck and unlocked it. He reached in and drew out a beautiful black rifle and brought it over to me. He seemed reluctant but placed it in my hands for me to examine. Instantly the rifle felt right and I looked at the barrel. It was a .300 Weatherby Magnum with a black composite stock and 4 x 10 Nikon scope. Absolutely beautiful. I lifted it and sighted through the scope at one of the lit desk lamps in the room. The rifle felt good, it felt like it belonged in my hand but I knew it was way out of my league to buy. I said “How much do you want for it?” He smiled slightly and said “Like the ad says, make me an offer.” He reached down to the desk and picked up the Holmes County Tribune and showed me the ad with a red circle around it. RIFLE FOR SALE BEST OFFER and his address. I knew it was worth well over $1000 and said that I knew that it was very expensive and I didn’t have that kind of money. He said “How much money do you have on you?” I said “I only have about ten dollars on me.” He smiled and said “Sold”.
While I stammered he pulled a bill of sale from the pile on the desk, signed it, turned and handed it to me. I reached in my pocket, pulled out my wallet and reluctantly gave him the $10 dollar bill.
The old man seemed to relax, put the rifle in a leather gun case and handed it to me. He said “We need a drink and then I’ll tell you a story” He poured two shots of pretty good brandy and we sat in a couple of wing back chairs to enjoy the fire. I held the rifle case across my knees. I was confused and unsure of what to do or say but finally I blurted out “How long have you been running the ad?" He smiled, twirled his drink and said “3 months, you’re the first person to respond.” I could only say “That seems odd.” He nodded his head and said “Now that the rifle is not mine anymore, I’m going to tell you a story. You can believe it or not, I don’t care. The thing to remember is to be very, very careful with Blackie.” His serious mood seemed to affect both of us and I waited for him to start but he was lost in the firelight.
I took another drink of the warming brandy and said “You named the rifle, Blackie?” He nodded again and started his story.
“I named the rifle Black Heart, Blackie for short and bought it brand new from the factory. They even put the scope on it. It's the finest rifle I’ve ever owned and you can hunt anything out there with it.” I felt a new chill go through me with his words, but he took no notice and continued, “I used to love to hunt deer and you can see I’ve taken some nice ones.” I looked at several mounted heads around the room with nice antlers. “I don't know but I think it was evil when it got here, maybe something was burned into the steel or the stock, but it is evil allright. The trouble was that Blackie felt so good to me, that I ended up taking it every time I went out. The other rifles I have haven’t been used since I got it. That black rifle seemed to become a part of me and I took a lot of deer, even a moose with it. Then after several years I found myself wanting to take it with me everywhere I went; reality was that I became obsessed with it or it with me.” My drink was running low and he refilled us without my asking, then continued. "Like I said, I was obsessed and after 5 years of owning it, I would find myself uncontrollably checking on it during the night and it started to affect my dreams.” He paused and took a sip as he stared blindly at the fire, lost in his memories again. “I found I couldn’t leave the house without it, couldn’t go to town or even the mailbox. I would wake up in the middle of the night and find myself oiling and polishing it and my dreams had turned dark and bloody with me shooting people. Friends, neighbors, strangers it didn’t matter, my dreams were filled with blood. Then I woke up while I was driving around and I have no real idea of what I was doing with the rifle in the car. It happened more than once and I don’t want to know. I'm afraid to know."

There had been a rash of shootings across the delta that year with over 10 people shot at night as they walked or stood by a window. It was unsolved and the whole area was frightened of the mystery shooter. I was afraid the confused man believed he was responsible. Most of the people had been shot cleanly between the eyes by a high powered rifle, but this trembling old man could not have possibly done it.
He continued, "I put the ad in the paper after I woke up one night down here in the den with the loaded barrel in my mouth. I think I woke up when I couldn’t reach the trigger with my finger. I put the ad in the paper and haven’t really had any problems lately with my dreams. I had a feeling it was time for the rifle to move on and you’re the one it wants.” He tipped his glass to me and said “Good Luck.” I got up and put my coat on, picked up the Weatherby, thanked him for the drink and headed for the door, He walked with me but stopped me at the door. "I know you think I’m crazy and I hope I am. You won’t have any problems.” I thanked him and left. I have never seen him again and hope he is right. I will say that recently I have been carrying "Blackie" with me more and more often and having some strange nightmares.

Snow Dog!

A new TV Show called Winter Fitness With Camo will be starting soon on FOX. Now you can be lean and fit like Camo through the winter months.

2 Weeks Left

There are two weekends left of primitive weapons season and then it is finally over. It has been a very unusual year and big bucks have been few and far between. Starting out we thought this would be our best season ever but little did we know. There is still a chance to get one but everyone is just about worn out. My back is out and am hoping to recover enough to make a final push. Maybe the last weekend, Bob and Marian will bring a spark to the camp to get things going. As Phillip says, the hogs are always there.

What To do? What To Do?

What do you do when you have killed your limit of deer and are still chomping at the bit to keep hunting? You get crazy talking about ducks and hogs and God knows what else as you put your excess energy to work. Paul is known to be a little OCD.

Last Weekend Rifle Season

"Two-Gun" Tony started the weekend off right when he took this young deer at the new Taj Mahal stand.

Later, another guest (Stuart Allen) got his doe at the Dove Field, The old Mairider (Mark Stewart) got a big doe and Burney got this nice 8-point off of #1 field.

Cold Hunting

What do you do when it's colder than hell outside? Lay on the couch by the fire, of course.

Historic Homes of Vaiden, MS

I did an appraisal in Vaiden, MS on Tuesday and couldn't help but take a few pics of some wonderful old homes there.

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No that is not my age, though some will argue. That is the damn temperature. It is so cold that Camo won't even go outside but is lying by the fire barking at me to put more wood on. I think it is safe to say that a whole bunch of deer are safe for a few more days.

The Blizzard of 2010

Sunday a winter storm of epic proportions surged through the state of Mississippi. All schools and businesses were closed as 6-8 inches of snow covered the north half of the state. You say that doesn't sound like much? In Mississippi it is. There is not a snow plow within a hundred miles and no one knows how to drive in that much snow. There was not a loaf of bread or gallon of milk to be found as every old lady in the state got behind the wheel and raced for the grocery store to stock up. You couldn't head down the street without getting hit by a sled or a 4-wheeler jumping across in front of you or an old lady sliding through an intersection at breakneck speed! The roads were a death trap! The snow has turned to ice and sludge today and we are back at work trying to survive these inhuman conditions.

PS. Keesie, the white stuff on the ground is called snow

Austin Scores!!!!!

Of all the boys, Austin has hunted the hardest this year. He has also had to live with the knowledge that the last big buck he shot at got away.
Austin hunted the new Taj Mahal stand overlooking our big field in the bottom and shot this 210lb. 9 point right at dark. Congratulations on a job well done.

A Lawyers Christmas Choice

I have two brothers that are lawyers, so you can imagine that every other Christmas they have 3 or 4 ghost swooping around them 'till all hours of the night. Paul recently faced a strange dilemma when he was dropped off at a party in front of his office. He, of course, thought it was a party celebrating how great he was. Little did he know the truth.

Later he found out about the spirit of Christmas at another party that really did celebrate his life.

The dark ghost of Christmas future gave him a choice. Which life did he choose? You decide.

Winding Down

It has been a hard season here and things are starting to wind down even though Burney and the Mailrider have not hunted any. They will be there this weekend with the Tennessee boys for a crack at the deer and hogs but everyone else is just plain worn out. I am taking a few weeks off to gather my strength for the last weekend. I hope to invite Bob and Marian up for that weekend and maybe they can get a deer or a hog. I think I want one of those big hogs too.
It has been a strange year and Thunderhoof has not shown his face once this year. I guess he is spending every night chasing does and sleeping all day. Varmint!!
Will check in later.

Matt In The Hat Strikes Back

After having to listen to my evil brother for the last 10 years about his deer huntng prowess (no the other evil brother) Matt Stone took this really huge 8-point over near Vicksburg. Paul is green with envy of course.

A New Years' Buck

Paul (Needles) Howell aka Bloody Fingers took this fine 200lb. buck off of the Spike Camp field over New Years. He is limited out now so I guess he will get after the hogs.

Overtime Hunting

Over the weekend no one got a deer, but Spencer, Dad and I stayed down there for a couple of extra days. They were the most perfect days to hunt this year. At 8AM a big buck crossed in front of me. When he came out I pulled the trigger. Wrong Deer! A nice young 8-point. I felt really bad about it, and the deer didn't feel so good himself

That afternoon Spencer went to the Leevee and I went to the Elbow stand. We had not been there 30 minutes when a big buck started out across the cotton field. Boom! Spencer took this really nice 190lb. 9 point. He attributed his success to his new Gilley Suit. Jeez!

A Hog For Christmas

While you were sitting around in your bathrobe on Christmas, the famous deer baron, Hershel Howell, was out hunting. This big SOB came out and he made a helluva shot on him and dropped him in his tracks. The damn thing had 3-4 inch tusks! A whopper of a damn hog!

Deer Camp Christmas Card 2010

I swear We need a little Christmas, need a little hunting........

Haul out The Deer Lure
Climb up the tree
Before my Spirit Falls again
Load up The rifle
I may be Rushing things
But Heck with the deer
Again now

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

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

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

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

Christmas Card Update

I am planning on putting up the Christmas Card tomorrow. The card is not as elaborate as in previous years, it has been a tough year for everyone.
I appreciate everyone that has left comments and hope to gain a bunch of new links for next year. I wish all of you a very Merry Christmas and a bright and prosperous New Year.
See you tomorrow. Rex

Shopping Afield

I just can't get the hang of this shopping, especially Christmas shopping. I can go into the woods and figure out how the deer are moving, their bedding ground, what trails they are using and how big the bucks in the area are. Then I can figure the exact location for a stand and how to get him. I am lost when it comes to going in a store to buy anything.
I am one of those men that goes in and buys exactly what he needs then gets the hell out. Figuring Christmas presents seems beyond me. Did you know that sometimes you have to go to more than one store?
I am off to shop this afternoon, wish me luck.

Deer Camp Cristmas Song

(Campers:)

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

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

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

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

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

Thunderhoof Confusion

Trent thinks he is a trophy hunter. There is trophy hunting and then there is Thunderhoof. I tried to explain to him that he better leave that damn deer alone or it would make him crazy. Too late. He found a great place to hunt where that evil deer had been hooking big pines and set up a stand in a thick area there. I shook my head and left him alone.
Trent knew he would only get one chance at the monster buck and Saturday morning he sat hunched in his blind watching deer pass in front of him. He saw several nice bucks but Thunderhoof was all he wanted. He got more and more excited with each deer he saw and knew it was just a matter of time. It got quiet and perfect for a big buck to show.
A crunch of a footstep came from directly behind him. He slowly peered over his shoulder. Horns! Oh Crap it's him! He turned and sent a bullet into the brush at the body of the deer, it fell and he jumped from his stand to stand over the fallen monarch of the forest. It was not him. Trent could not believe it. He was devastated to say the least. Here he is with the buck, a nice 8-point. He is still crushed today but hey I warned him.

Sneaky Business

The Still season at the Christmas Place is reserved for members only and is usually the best time to hunt all year. Most of the time this is when the full rut is going on and the big bucks are moving and chasing does everywhere. It is also the time when the members try to get in a few extra days of hunting. That damn Trent has already gone and hunted this morning, Dad is gone and I am leaving tonight to get that extra day. Burney is leaving tonight also.
The Mailrider is shopping at the Mall.
It is warm and raining today but hopefully it will be clear and still in the morning so I can get that boat moving up the lake. Cross your fingers for me!

Swedes Hate Hogs Too

I have linked up with a guy named Anders over in Sweden and those guys hate hogs too! Phillip would be so proud!
Go over and visit Anders Hunting and Fishing Blog from my links and look at how they hunt. There is a great translation button you can push if you don't speak Viking.
Hopefully he will send a pic of himself for the Christmas Card. Everyone needs to hurry!

Antler Bowl 2010

The Antler Bowl starts this Thursday as the Bucks take on the Marauders again for the Championship. Coach Thunderhoof of the Bucks has an experienced team this year and expects to run circles around the Marauder team. Coach Hershel Howell says "This year those bucks are going to get blasted to smithereens!"
Last year the Bucks won 42 to 29.
It was a humiliating disaster for the Maruaders but this year, running back Paul Howell is in rare form and hopes to score often on the hated Bucks. Should be a bloody game.