"Catfish" Is 85 Today

UNBELIEVABLE!

I could tell you about all the great buck sign we found this weekend, or how the deer are already coming in droves to our freshly planted food plots, or even how the acres and acres of turned up peanuts are attracting deer and hogs from all over the county, but the most unbelievable thing we witnessed at the famous Christmas Place this weekend was my evil brother (no the one from the coast) actually washing dishes.

I didn't know Satan even knew how to wash dishes

Calling All Banditos!

Dad walked in the office this morning. He was wearing his hunting clothes and jacket. All of his pockets were bulging with bullets and shells. He had two bandoleros of bullets across his chest, two rifles on his back and was carrying his trusty 12 gauge. He said " I think I will go down to the camp today and see what's going on." I didn't say anything. He stared at me. I stared at him. Finally I said "I guess they are harvesting the peanuts?"

How To Drive a Rich Lawyer Crazy

When dealing with my evil brothers, I am usually at the bottom of the totem pole. I bide my time, because what comes around, goes around. I finally had my chance the other day when I casually mentioned to Paul (Beezlebub) that my buddy Mark (Mailrider) and I were trying to swap our hill land in Yalobusha county for a big piece of bottom land along the river. This got his attention and the trap was set.
One thing you need to know about rich lawyers is their weak spot. Their weak spot is DUCKS. There is something about duck hunting that gets under their skin and they will do anything for a great duck hunt.
His eyes lit up. "Are there any ducks on the property?" Satan asked.
I replied "Hell yeah, the damn things are all over it. It's filled with big sloughs and water holes right there on the main flyway to the lake." He almost had a coronary.
Of course, I have no idea if there is a duck within a hundred miles of there. I haven't even seen it.
"You know I might be interested in leasing the duck hunting on that land."
We haggled back and forth until we got a good number for the lease and then he started talking about duck hunting and shooting big deer.
I reminded him at the end that the lease was for ducks only. A new price would be needed if he wanted to shoot deer and of course I told him about all the giant rubs I had seen.
Wait 'till I go look at it and start feeding him bull about the 40 gazillion ducks I see.

Grown Girls

My little girls are all grown up, now they are big, expensive pains in the patootie, but I sure love them.

Scary Stories Soon

It is almost October and I am working on a few scary stories for Halloween.This year I have been swamped and it is hard to gather the information that I need for most of the stories. Most of the people involved are dead or to scared to talk.
I have a few ideas though.
The Bell of the Tchula Racer.
A Wild Hog Eats A Lawyer (sorry, you wanted scary, not funny)
The Cold Spot
The Indian Burial Ground
I'm working but will try to get something together soon.
PS time to start getting Xmas photos in if you want me to do another Xmas Card.

Beware The 4th Of October

Dad will be 85 on October 4th.
Still driving a tractor, still tough as a pine knot, still mean as a snake.

The Call Of The Peanut

I don't understand much about pea-pickin or peanut gathering but I understand deer and hogs. The time that these two things meet is fast approaching as the 500 acres of peanuts at the famous Christmas Place are almost ready to harvest. What makes this special is that when the peanuts are picked; the first thing they do is turn them up out of the ground and let them lay about a week to dry. This should attract every varmint within 200 miles to come for a snack on our property. There ought to be a hog killin of monumental proportions then. If the farmer waits much later this could also intersect with the archery season opener and squirrel camp. Bring about 50 extra tons of ammo!
Yes, it is about to get very interesting.

Sucessful Work Camp

Lazarus-back from the dead (and now an artist)
Rex- your friendly neighborhood blogger
Paul Howell- Supervisor in absentia
Terry Cutrair- financial bookie
Hershel- the slave driving old coot
Tommy Ladner- Engineer (tractor driver in Mississippi)
Camo- Deer Hating Hell Hound
It could be worse

Off To Camp

My truck is loaded to the gunwales with wheat. Those damn deer better appreciate it. Had to load it by myself, of course. No self-respecting Evil Lawyer would dare stoop to the low of having to do physical labor.
Now all I have to do is get my things, grab Camo and off we go.
I am sure someone at camp will be glad to help me unload it. Ha-Ha, yeah, right.

Dog Words

If you own a dog, or a dog owns you, there are a few things you need to know to survive. The first one is DO NOT TEACH YOUR DOG TO TALK. Worst mistake I ever made. The second is not for your dog to figure out the meaning of diferent words. In my house you can not say the words GO, TRUCK, RIDE, CAMP or PIZZA. Last night I had to hide in the kitchen to call and order a pizza and that stupid dog figured it out and went crazy. Howling and barking at me to take her with me to get it. Whispering your order to the pizza guy is rather creepy.
If you call I will let you talk to her.

Big Work Weekend Scheduled

How come I feel like the Maytag repairman?
This coming weekend is the big camp planting weekend and as usual half the people aren't coming. Mailrider is at Vanderbilt. His son is sitting by the pool "studying". Trent will not be there as he is "politicking". Burney will be coming in late Saturday. (that's a lot of help) Haven't heard from Michael or Spencer. (girls), but Paul is coming! Of course when Paul comes to camp to work, it's like two people leaving. Camo will have to drive the tractor. Will let you know if I survive the weekend.

Squirrel Camp Letters Are Out

Spencer just loves this.

Outside Coffeeville,MS

Quiet Friday

Dad has left for camp to get things going and the office is quiet. When the appraiser is having an extremely slow week; you can bet the economy is taking another hit. I am forcing myself to go to the ballgame this weekend. They better shape up fast.
Good news on the deer front! Several large bucks have been seen grazing (like cows) on our peanuts. Damn varmints!
I have started a new story about a golf playing vampire. I know, but work with me.
Next weekend is the big work camp and possibly Rules Committe meeting.
PS no new rules.

Deer Season Looms

Now that football season is over.....
we can start concentrating on what is important. Deer Season!
This coming weekend is the time to start breaking fields and getting ready to plant. The ground should be soft after all the rain we have had and it should go quickly. If you have any special blend food plot mixtures you want me to test, please send them now. No, marijuana is not a winter grass.
Peanuts are coming along and should be ready for harvesting in a few weeks. First they turn them up and let them sit and dry for a week. There should be a hog killing of epic proportions when that happens. Will let you know what's shaking at the famous Christmas Place.

Disappointment

The Daily Mississippian has refused to run my story of the True Origin of our Famous Mascot.
If you know of another local paper that might run it, please forward it to them.

Bad Week Blues

It has been a really bad week here at Howell Realty and Appraisal. I can't tell you all of it but if I worked for the government, I would climb a water tower with my Uzi. To top it off, my brother Satan is coming to town. (No, the other one from the coast) Things should be getting better though. College football actually starts tonight when the Bulldogs just beat the hell out of Memphis. Friday night is the big Water Valley -vs- Calhoun City bloodletting and Saturday we get to enjoy the fun of the Grove with Mailrider and send those stupid BYU kitty cats back home sulking.

Mad Tuesday

Football starts Saturday with Ole Miss having a home game that afternoon and I am already mad at those damn Mormons at BYU. They are talking that talk and riding those bicycles and think they are going to waltz in here and beat us. I have news for them. We are going to let them all in, lock the damn doors and proceed to give them a butt-whipping the likes they have never seen and send their sorry butts back to soak in the Great Salt Lake. Boy, they are pissing me off.

Monday Morning Coming Down

My old friend at Charming, Just Charming uses that phrase and I understand it's implications. Here is the weekend roundup for Water Valley and the famous Christmas Place.
Water Valley won the ballgame 63-0 and I really felt bad for Coffeeville who had one of those nights where nothing went right. Our boys looked sharp and dominated the game. Should be a barnburner when Calhoun City rolls into town, PS. You would have thought we were playing those chumps at Germantown.
Dad got all the bulldozing done without loss of life. Trent got everything bushhogged. Three weeks 'till we plant and have our super WORK weekend.
Everyone is gearing up for college football this coming weekend when we will tailgate in the Grove and beat the crap out of those Mormons from BYU.
Hotty-Toddy! See you there!

Blue Devils and Pirates Friday Night

The Water Valley Blue Devils will take the field at home tonight to face their cross-county rivals, the Coffeeville Pirates, in an early game for bragging rights. Come early as a big crowd should be on hand to see us hopefully send them back to Coffeeville severely disappointed.
You can read all about it at the North Mississippi Herald and browse the rest of the paper too. Water Valley -vs- Coffeeville

A Tree Worth Knowing

On Dad's recent bulldozing extravaganza, he cut a new road along the edge of the bluff so that he and Guy Dale could hunt squirrels without having to strain themselves. He came upon this magnificent white oak tree that has survived here for a couple hundred years. He cleared out around it and hopes to plant a food plot there so he can deer hunt and suirrel hunt here too. Paul and I managed to get our picture taken in front of the giant while checking out the road. I think a big buck may be lurking near here so I better be ready to get a stand situated nearby.

Once Is Not Enough

The dust at the famous Christmas Place has hardly settled and Dad has already set up for the bulldozer to be there again this Thursday. The road leading to the GraveYard is impassable, the Creek Road is washed out and we can't get across the Beaver Dam. Dad says don't worry, he will take care of it. For all of you worried that Paul will not be able to get to his favorite hunting spots; I can assure you that Dad and the bulldozer are going to take care of that too. Paul really is the Devil!

The Origin Of Our Mascot

Early on the morning of August 22, 1864 Union General Andrew Jackson Smith, also known as “Whiskey Smith” rode his army into the little town of Oxford, MS.
His anger at the southern people was boiling over and Oxford is where he was going to make them pay for their insolence. His troops started out the day by tearing up the rails and burning the railroad depot before they systematically started looting the whole town. Stores and homes were ransacked and any resistance was met with a bullet or fire and it wasn’t long until the General ordered the burning of the stately courthouse, and then the burning of every building on the town square.
Flames and fire lit the sky as the townspeople sadly gathered to watch the destruction from a safe distance a few blocks south of the inferno as the Yankees hauled everything of value away. Late in the day, the army prepared to leave and the soldiers turned their overloaded wagons down what is now University Avenue in the general direction of Pontotoc.
A crowd of older men stood on the porch of a small house on South Lamar and watched in silence until they heard running steps racing toward them and a young boy shouted up to them that the soldiers were going to burn the University before they left. The men spoke quietly to each in their pain. There was nothing they could do.
One of the older men listened for a minute and with grim determination in his eyes, turned and hurried the few blocks to his home, called for his horse to be saddled, changed clothes and briskly rode toward the University that was now serving as a hospital.
He had changed into his blue officer pants from his time in the United States Army and put on his prized red British officers coat that he had captured in the War of 1812 and soon was riding toward the University.
Colonel Jackson Augustus Steele was a dashing figure in his fine attire, string tie, and gray cavalry hat as he rode toward the bridge above Hilgard Cut at the entrance to the University. He was an imposing figure too as observers noted the many pistols draped around him and the long rifle he carried. The Colonel was retired and too old at the time to serve in the Army but was a renowned war hero that had served and fought with General Jackson in the Battle of New Orleans in 1815, had served his country as an Indian fighter in the West, had stood with the Rebels in Texas against Santa Anna until he was wounded and missed the Battle of the Alamo in 1836 and had served as a Colonel in the War With Mexico in 1846. Now at the age of 65 he was still known as a dangerous man to be reckoned with.
A detachment of horse soldiers carrying torches soon appeared trotting their horses down the street toward the Lyceum and were surprised to see a lone horseman sitting tall and waiting quietly in the middle of the wooden bridge above the railroad cut.
The soldiers approaching took in his flinty blue eyes and relaxed commanding air as he calmly waited barring the bridge and they could also see the swelling mass of people starting to gather behind him. The townspeople of all ages had started to appear in the street leading to the Lyceum. Old, Young, Black, White, Women and Men quietly gathered carrying pitchforks, wooden staves, and bare fists in a last effort to defend the beloved buildings from being burned. The soldiers pulled up as the Lieutenant in charge rode up through the ranks of men to confront the old warrior.
No one knows exactly what was said as the two men quietly talked. Most people believe that he reminded the Lieutenant that the war was all but over and to burn a great University and hospital would be something that would haunt him the rest of his life, that he had led men in battle and sometimes to do the right thing you could not blindly follow orders and he most assuredly told the Lieutenant that he or his men would never cross the bridge alive if they continued with the insanity that they were contemplating.
Darkness was falling as the Lieutenant retired to talk with his men, but more and more of the Oxford people were moving into the street as word spread to hurry there to save the University. After a few minutes, the Lieutenant returned to face the Colonel, saluted, turned his men and they rode back the way they had come.
Years later, a drawing was made of him and attached to a football program to show the valor of the team. The tradition became part of our football history but the name of this hero was lost. He was simply known in Oxford as Colonel Jack.

08-22-1864

for all of you that keep writing and wanting to know what this is all about, I will at least give some clarification.
1.) no, it is not the date my dad got shot off his horse at Shiloh.
2.) It is not Bobby's Birthday.
3.) It has nothing to do with the age of Burney's latest girlfriend.
4.) It is not code for "PAUL IS THE DEVIL"
Keep researching, the answer is coming up in the next few days.

It's Dozing Time!

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Once again the time of the year has come when my dad gets that glazed look in his eye you need to look out for. His hands itch for action, he can smell diesel fuel in the air and he longs for mass destruction. Yes, it is time for bulldozing at the famous Christmas Place.
It does not matter how much money we have, it does not matter what any of the members think, it does not make a hoot in hell about any argument you make, he gets the bulldozer going the way he wants it done.
This past weekend he cleared a new road out along the base of the bluffs for him to hunt squirrels or maybe pop a deer if he feels like it. Then he went and increased the size of Burney's field and made a loop up to T- Field and made it bigger. In between he pretended to smooth the roads going back and forth to these areas. Stay out of his way at this time of year or you may look like a flattened tin can. Will let you know when it is safe to come visit

A Date In Infamy

Do you know what happened AUGUST 22, 1864?
stay tuned.

Bear Claw's Folly

Bear Claw is the Mailriders wife. Her name is Kim and she is not interested in deer, deer hunting, or hunting land. So when Mark wanted to go ahead and bush-hog our land, I was surprised that she was coming down with him to see her great investment.
The premise was simple. Buy the land, put it up for sale, walk off with $100,000 and call it a day. It hasn't worked out so well though and we still have the land and the note.
Denise and I met Mark, Kim and Drew out at the place and we went to work. Kim pitched in, she is going to sell that land if it kills us all.

It's her fault, she knew better than to trust me with her money.


of us.

Watermelon Roundup

As stated the Watermelon Carnival 2011 was more of a low key affair but everyone had fun and there were some giant melons put on the scale to show what the carnival is all about. People got out and shopped, visited and toured the town. Here are me, Trent and Dad, the Pullens and a few more heading for the Melon Trolley.

The most important thing was that Dad got some fresh Cantaloupe. Oh and the fireworks display Friday Night was fantastic.

You can see the whole show on the Heralds new Youtube site.

A Carnival Birthday!

This weekend was also the birthday of my youngest daughter, Erin. She came up to see all her friends and enjoy the Carnival before school starts again. She turned 14 going on 26.

A Cooling Contraption

To help with the heat exhaustion that I knew was coming, I set up a mister in front of my office. It was not a big hit but several people used it to cool off and every kid that came by had to run through it. Sarah went out of her way to play with the little kids that came through.

Denise and I spent a lot of time walking around, listening to music, visiting old friends and eating watermelon!

Gearing Up for Carnival 2011

The temperature is 100 degrees, all the grass is yellow and dying, the ground is baked and as hard as a rock. Must be time for the Watermelon carnival 2011!

I don't see the enthusiasm of other Carnivals we have had here. I am sure part of it is the heat and part is the economy. It should still be fun though. The big street dance is tomorrow night and all my kids are coming so I am sure we will have a good time.
As usual we will be live blogging the event for all those people in China that are enthralled by the events.

Small Town Election Night

One of the true things that I enjoy about living in a little southern town is election night. On this night everyone in Water Valley gathers at the park for the election returns. The kids play, food is served, music plays and everyone meets and greets as we wait for the returns to slowly trickle in as we anxiously watch the big board. It is a true symbol of small town Americana.

Deer Hunters -vs- Aliens

Today they are releasing the new movie Cowboys and Aliens. I am planning on going to see it but I don't know what the big deal is. We have problems with those pesky aliens every weekend at the famous Christmas Place.
Those guys are always zipping around in their saucers, scaring the wildlife, blasting right and left with their ray guns, snaring unsuspecting hunters for their lurid experiments, creeping around trying to take over the world, and in general causing all kinds of chaos and havoc. We really hate a bunch of pesky aliens. Go see it! See what a weekend at our camp is really like!

Here Come Da Judge!

The Watermelon Carnival is just around the corner, but the local elections are right on top of us too. Trent Howell (locally known as the hanging judge or "Noose" Howell) is running for the District 2 judgeship. The election is August the 2nd but he is an independent and will be running in the primary against the winner. District II Judge Race.

CAMOS CAMP VACASHUN!

this wekend I ewnt to camp with out rex. Pop took Trigger and me down for the week end. we chaseded rabbits,howed at the big old moon,chased those bad deerses, sum possums and a mean old coon. boy, we had fun!

We jumped in the lake and almost caugt a fish. I ran with the 4-wheeler thing until I was so tired I feel asleep on the couch.

We had good food. Fish, deer steak. Yum, Yum.

We looked but did not see a single cat, but smelled lots of hogs. I hate them thangs!

Rex and mom went to Tunica. They say I will have to eat dog food all this week. Blah!

Tunica Or Bust

or "How to Pay Camp Dues"
The Mississippi Coalition of Appraisers is holding their annual convention at Tunica starting tomorrow and I need to go to earn my CE hours. This will help me as I can also win enough money while I am there to pay my camp dues, pay for my football tickets, pay for our new cadillac, buy Camo a diamond studded collar and pay for all the kids college education. What a deal!!!! Will be back Monday with a report on all my big winnings!

The Love Seat Hog

Trent has been after those hogs all summer and this weekend he headed down to camp again with his wife Shelley to hunt. It was a pleasant day out and they sat in the love seat swing to talk and enjoy the afternoon before he left to hunt. It was a quiet romantic day and as they taked he stared into her eyes, they moved closer together and suddenly there was a loud G-R-U-N-T as a big hog ran across the yard. Holy Crap! Trent jumped up, Shelley fell over (still puckered up), Trent raced into the house, grabbed his gun and started sneaking across the yard while hiding behind the little peach tree. A whole covey of hogs appeared!
The hogs congregated in the big field behind the camp without a care in the world as Trent sneaked, snuck, crept up on them.
Trent finally remembered to load his rifle, took a rest and BAM! the biggest hog fell. The hunt was over and another hog on the pole.

Don't Go To the Howell Family Reunion

The Sons Of Hershel howell

1. Rex Your friendly neighborhood blogger
2. Paul, the Lucifer Lawyer
3. James, Pecan Minded Bee Keeper
4. Trent, Water Valley's Evilest Lawyer

Alaska Comes home

My brother James and all his family with Dad.

Saturday Night Cookout

After the golf match, we all retired to Trent's house to relax, imbibe and then eat. It was a peaceful and fun time for all. This is Paul, Dad, Trent and Bebo with Michael in the background.

Here are Tyler, Denise and Greg relaxing and joking around.

Fourth Of July Recap

It was close but we made it through the weekend without anyone getting shot or stabbed. I almost had to shoot myself Sunday as my golf game completedly disappeared and I hacked it around horribly.
Saturday was different. This was the day of the Howell Open and my team ended up with a ringer. Betty Bullion made her debut in the Open and proved deadly to the other teams. She sank a couple of 20 foot birdie putts and chipped another one in for a birdie as we kicked the crap out of the other teams. Paul, Betty, Greg and I won enough money off those losers to last until next year.

Sunday was different and Paul and I went to Oxford to meet Bill Howard, Mark Larson, and Bob Schull. I got the crap kicked out of me, but I do enjoy playing golf with those guys and the Ole Miss Golf Course is in perfect condition. The upside was that this was the annual time of year that Paul has to pay Mark after he gets beaten to death on the golf course.

Monday mroning the guys played again and Bebo won all of his money back as I still played horribly and Paul had not shaken off his defeat on the previous day. Will post the party pics of Saturday night and the big party at Aunt Marilyns later.

Howell Golf

The famous Howell Open is this Saturday. On this relaxing weekend, we do our damndest to beat the hell out of each other playing golf, using any trick in the book. On this occassion there are some simple rules you need to know to understand this blood feud.
1. Gamesmanship knowledge is vital. If you do not understand it you will get your ass beat.
2. Never play on Pauls team. The object is to take all of his money and send him home crying. You may lose but if you beat his sorry butt it is that much sweeter.
3. Never count Dad out. (that should be rule #1)
4. Never piss Dad off. You will get beat.
5. Never piss Bebo off. You will get beat.
6. Rules are just kind of guidelines. Play them to your advantage.
7. Most important. IF YOU GET YOUR OPPONENT DOWN, STOMP ON HIS NECK UNTIL THERE IS NOT ANOTHER DIME LEFT IN HIS POCKET.
These rules should get you through the weekend, will report the blood loss after the fourth.

Strange Sighting

This vaguely humanoid creature was recently spotted at the famous Christmas Place. What is it? Bigfoot? some strange half hog, half human experiment? a mutated Wildebeast? a burnicevelociraptor? someones pitiful grandpa? something from a horror movie? Come back and visit while we track this strange hideous creature that probably escaped from the Island of Dr. Moreau.

Too Hot To Fish

What do you do at the famous Christmas Place when it is too hot to fish? Burney and Austin climbed up the spillway and jumped in to cool off.

Yachting With Senor Stewart

Senor Mark Stewart of the Germantown Stewarts and his jet-setting wife just arrived back in the United States after an extended trip to Acapulco, Mexico. He said "it's good to get back here with the little people".
This weekend the two socialites will be aboard their Yacht anchored on Sardis Lake and have invited several guest to join them if they have enough room. He said " All work and no play is not the best way to enjoy perfectly chilled champagne" The wealthy playboy and his vivacious wife are looking for some relaxation after a whole week of work.
see you there!

Fishing with Hershel

I am not a big fisherman. In fact, I do not quite get hunting something that you can't see. This does not mean that I don't understand how to fish or exactly what to do when I am out there. I have been on a hundred fishing trips with my father and there are some important lessons learned that I would like to share.
1. Whoever controls the boat catches the most fish.
2. Quit bitching, quit talking, I'm trying to fish.
3. Pee over the side of the boat, no the other damn side!
4. Sorry, I only have one of these jigs.
5. Get your own damn hook out of the tree, we're catching 'em like crazy.
There are a few more but you get the drift. In fact fishing with him reminds me of a song.

The Christmas Place Fishing Rodeo

It did not start out as a fishing rodeo, but it ended up being a great time for everyone. Denise, Erin, her friend Destiny, Camo and myself headed down to camp friday afternoon and got there just in time for a wonderful crappie dinner. Burney and Davin Lammey were already there and had been fishing with Paul Jones all afternoon. They caught a bunch of fish and the next morning they hit it hard again.

Brian Henry and his boys showed up to fish too and had a great time.

Troy Cone and his friend David came in and hit the lake too, so we had a herd of people enjoying some great fishing while the rest of us goofed around the camp or rode 4-wheelers.
It was nice to get out of town and forget work for a day or two and everyone enjoyed themselves.

Gabriel Scores!!!!!

Now that's a bear!
Gabriel is my brother, James, youngest son and this is his first bear and was taken in the wilds of Alaska. congratulations!

The Howell Open

Golf is a four letter word. I had been getting better and better and now am reduced to the shanks and can't hit the ball to save my soul. This happens just as it is time for the famous Howell Open that occurs around the fourth of July every year. All of us go at it hard that weekend to beat the crap out of each other and my evil brother just called (no, the one on the coast) and said he is playing great. Crap! Just what I needed to hear.
I guess he has nothing to do all day except sue people and play golf.
I swear, this having to work for a living is killing me!

August In June

What the hell is going on? A month ago I was freezing to death and now I can't walk outside without feeling like I am going to melt. It is 100 degrees every day here. This is not supposed to happen until August.
To top it off, we are in the middle of a drought and have not seen rain in over a couple of months now. Camo is sleeping on top of the A/C vent.
Hope we get a break in the weather soon or this may become the dust bowl of the South.

Appraisals From Hell

You would think doing home appraisals would be easy. You drive up to the house, get out and take a glance and you already know what it's worth. I haven't seen but ten billion just like it. So knowing the rough value is not a problem. Dealing with AMC's is the problem. They have ten thousand people sitting around an office with nothing to do except critique your appraisal after you submit it. They want corrections to make it fit perfectly into some system that they have and in rural Mississippi that is very difficult. These are the appraisals from hell that you can't get off your desk. I have had a slew of these lately. Thank god, I have work, and I am figuring out how to get past the pratfalls of having to do countless corrections so maybe I can blog a little more in the next few weeks.

Riding In Style

Cadillac!!Eat your heart out!!

Hot Fishing

Alan Mcleod sent this pic of a recent successful fihing trip to the famous Christmas Place. His host (Your Evilness) will not let him shoot one of our big old deerses but relented and let him catch a fish.

Snakes Foreclosure

Some people say this foreclosure happened in Walls, MS at some house up there (John).
I think this is in Idaho though.

Snakes In The House

Saturday Miscommunication

Denise, Spencer and I were fired up about going out to Sardis Lake and going boating with my Best Friend. That didn't happen.
The water was very high and no beaches were available, so my
Best Friend let me know that there was not enough room for us on his boat.
Of course we found this out just as we arrived at the lake.
Denise, Spencer and I went down to the lower lake which had countless beaches and swam a little and had a picnic while my Best Friend was cruising all over the upper lake with all his pals.
We all had a good time, including my Best Friend.