Barn-Storming Thunderhoof

We found an interesting picture in the old trunk that was discovered at the famous Christmas Place. This picture is of the famous Barnstormer, Dare Devil and Wing Walker, Tyrone P. Remington who was once a member at the famous Christmas Place. This brave pilot had a plan and swore to kill Thunderhoof out of his new fangled flying machine and flew off to judgement. The story we pieced together was this.
Captain Remington grabbed his shotgun and took off in his bi-plane and began to circle the large fields on the Christmas Place, Thunderhoof had never seen an airplane and promptly ran out of the woods to the center of the field to watch this thing buzz around his head. Remington spotted the giant buck standing there watching him circle and became unglued. As he zoomed past he promptly shot the wing off his plane, made a couple of loops and twists and crashed up near the lake. Thunderhoof watched in amazement and finally trotted back into the woods. The famous pilot was buried in Yazoo City still clutching his shotgun.

Hunter's Last Hurrah

This past weekend we also went to a wingding to celebrate my cousin Hunter's forthcoming wedding. His fiancee's name is Kelly. She is beautiful, and delightful to be around with her sparkling personality. The family is very lucky for her to be joining up with the Howells. On the other hand Hunter works for Exxon, so we all have to lock our gas caps and hide our wallets around him. It is almost as bad as being around lawyers. Truthfully, Hunter is quite a nice guy himself, is of the highest character and they make a great couple.

Mikey In Pearls

This weekend Paul and Wanda were up for the Awards ceremony for their daughter Hillary. Meanwhile, back on the coast, we found out what their son Michael was doing for the weekend. A little rouge, a little lipstick, a tight dress, a sly wink and ready to go. (not that there's anything wrong with that) Presenting Michael in Drag. This is really for their Womanless Beauty Contest to raise money for their Mission Trip to Russia.

Hillbillys On Campus

So we jump in the Caddy and head to Oxford. It's Me, Denise, Camo, Dad, Aunt Maralyn and Thunderhoof all crammed in there together. I told Thunderhoof he looked funny wearing a tie and he said I look funny wearing shoes.
We met Paul and Wanda at the door to the Ford Center and hurried in. It was a wonderful event and of course Hillary was absolutely beautiful and didn't even fall down crossing the stage to receive her medal. We gave Hillary a bouquet of Roses and enjoyed the following reception with all the honorees. Thunderhoof and Camo managed to eat about half the little cupcakes until we made them go outside. Almost had to put Paul out there with them.
Afterward Camo wanted pancakes but we ended up going to Newts for a late pizza. It really was a fun night for everyone.

Hillary Makes The Grade

Hillary Howell aka Armadillo Girl has made the grade at Ole Miss. Tonight she is receiving the Taylor Medal at Ole Miss for her outstanding merits and dedication to the University. A recipient must have a 3.9 average. She has kept a perfect 4.00 all through her college career. Hillary Succeeds! Tonight we are going to put on our finest bib overhauls and polish our boots to go see her receive this wonderful award as she starts her new life.

Bubba's In Green

That's right, Bubba wins the Masters and I can't even get to the golf course. Of course I do know that I can shank a wedge sideways around a tree too.
It was a great tournament and hopefully I can get out this week and hit the ball around. My caddie (Camo) keeps running off with my ball and wants to drive the cart all the time so I may leave her butt at home.
Golf Season has Arrived!

The Big Shindig

Yes, the big party of the year, the big social event of the season is tonight. This is the night where all the Who's-Whos in Whoville come down and hover at the big glitzy party that Snooky and Mary Lou Williams host at their home each year after the Chamber of Commerce meeting.
Whiskey will flow, secret business deals for us 1% will be made, and there will be plenty of cigars and sleazy women. What a great party!
They have food, music, waiters in white, booze and about anything you could want. They even have valet parking.
All of us Illuminati will be there to plot the takeover of the hunting world. Will see you there!

Kim's Bridge To Nowhere

In the continuing saga of Kim's Folly there is another twist that brings us to swapping the land for a larger piece in a typical middle of nowhere location.
The only holdup is that the property needs a bridge built over a deep ravine that would swallow Cox's Army. In my brilliance I have worked out a deal that might net us not one but possibly two bridges to open up the property for us.
The bridges are all metal and look like you could drive the biggest
bulldozer in the world across them. A new problem is how in the
hell can I get them from Charleston, Ms to the property that is
over 40 miles away?


Should this be Kim's bridge to Nowhere or the Bridge on the River Kim?

The Turkey Trek

This weekend I am heading to the Christmas Place for my annual Turkey Hunt. Should be equal to the rest of the hunts I've had.
Denise is going with me and we have decided on a new place to try out the metal detector. That might be fun. Camo is really looking forward to it! Hopefully the beautiful weather will hold and we will have a fun and relaxing time. See you Monday!

Recently Spotted

The camp members have been all aflutter after this fella was recently spotted on our property. He had a dead coyote in one hand and a wild hog under his other arm. Thank God he is helping out around the place! I need to warn him to lay low though, heaven help him if he comes between my Dad and a big old Gobbler.

Hershel Hears A Hoot

No turkeys were taken this weekend at the Christmas Place. Good news is that Dad finally did hear a turkey gobble. There is some nasty talk that this could not possibly happen unless the turkey was actually in the blind with Dad.
In all fairness to him, the picture to the right is misleading. Dad did not use an ear trumpet when he served in the Revolutionary War.

The Ancient Trunk

Paul and I found the old trunk easier than you might think. As kids we had a desire to collect old artifacts of all kinds. Arrowheads, old coins, old bottles, whatever was old and might be valuable one day. I can't tell you how many old creeks we walked, how many old dumps we dug in or how many old hearths and floorboards we checked. We both have an eye for things like that and realizing that the old bathroom was not as deep as it should be intrigued us. Breaking into the small space we found the old trunk. It is well preserved and full of parts of journals, photographs from the turn of the century and how the Christmas Place became a hunting legend. The man behind it all was Horatio S. Christmas, the famed explorer and big game hunter. A man obsesssed with the rarest, most extraordinary creatures in the world.

Under The Lake

Needless to say, all members (especially Burney) and GUESTS (you know who you are) have been banned from swimming in the lake.

An Old Picture

The old home on the Christmas Place held many clues to it's mysterious past. Hidden in an old trunk we found this picture from 1937. No names but boldly written on the back were the words. Tasted like chicken! Hmmmm....

Christmas Place Camera Tour

I recently took this picture of one of our many strange creatures around the property. We don't see many of them as they are very reclusive. Paul says they taste like chicken.

Spring Camera Tour

At this time of year the famous Christmas Place is beautiful. Dogwoods are blooming and the big forest are a joy to walk in. So in honor of the striking sights to be seen on the property, I have decided to post pictures of not only the beauty here but of some of the commonly seen strange sights that you have heard about.
Here is a picture of the lake and one of the darn critters there that we have to fish around. Damn thing will still your bait and stringer of fish too. So be careful while you are up there fishing.

Springtime For Thunderhoof

Spring is in the air at the famous Christmas Place. Everything is turning green and most days you can see Thunderhoof sunning himself in the large food plot beside the camp enjoying the weather. It is time for fishing, golf, cooking out and hunting turkeys. Dad is down there now hunting turkeys and chasing Thunderhoof out of the garden with a broom. Crappie fishing and turkey hunting, what could be better?

Hunting The Prom

Sarah enjoyed her Senior Prom this weekend. No hip boots, no fishing rod, no weapons and unfortunately no camoflague were allowed. So she dressed up in a knock 'em dead, beautiful prom dress and headed out with her friends. She looked fantastic and had a wonderful experience to remember from now on.

We are very proud of how she has handled herself as a Senior this year.

Thank You All

Thank you all, for the many nice birthday wishes sent my way this weekend. For your information, I did not win those millions of dollars at the casino I was expecting so you will have to put up with me a little while longer.
My dog thanks you, Thunderhoof thanks you and I thank you.

Bright Lights And Blonde Haired Women

Finally, Denise and I are going to take a long weekend and are headed to the famous Beau Rivage on the Mississippi Gulf Coast. A little warm weather, a little salt air, a little night life, and hitting the jackpot for 3 or 4 million dollars should get me jump started again. I will try and remember all you little people when I come back with all that money.

Dad and Sam-I-Am

Dad and Sam Goodwin like to get together when the crappie finally start biting and they are just now starting to bite like crazy. I think they caught a jillion this weekend. Here is Sam in action.

The Lammey Trap

Judge Jim Lammey leaned back in his leather chair, put his feet on the desk and gazed out the window. It had been another long day of goofing on the internet and oogling secretaries. A truck pulled into the lot outside, screeched to a halt, half blocking two spaces and a man hopped out and hurried up the steps to the courthouse holding a speeding ticket in his hand. Holy crap! He recognized him! It was Mark Stewart, his old hunting buddy. Judge Lammey thought a minute, picked up the phone and called downstairs to the courtroom.
Mark, the old Mailrider went to the desk to pay his ticket and the pretty little girl told him not to worry about it, he was only going a few miles over the limit and his license was in good standing. She tore up the ticket and wished him a good day.
Wow! What a stroke of luck, Mark thought as he practically skipped out the door and down the marble steps to his pickup. Unfortunately there was a brand new parking ticket in the center of his windshield. Damn! What a screw-up! He looked around, shook his head, got in the truck and drove off.
Judge Lammey, peeping out the window, almost had a heart-attack laughing so hard.

Hogs and Turkeys and Fish, OH MY!

It is spring at the famous Christmas Place and there are a lot of things to do and see. Grab your fishing pole, your turkey call or your favorite rifle and head on down.

Tusks Of A Dilemma

Over at the Hog Blog, Phillip held the package in his hands wondering if he should open it. The return address was simply Thunderhoof, somewhere in Mississippi. He knew it was from the strange and mysterious region known as the Christmas Place in the fog-shrouded edge of the Mississippi Delta. Thoughts ran through his head on what it could be. He thought of the blood-curdling tales he had heard and wondered could it be a shrunken head, a strange talisman of evil (like Pauls deodorant) or maybe something wondrous like a carved good luck charm from Thunderhoofs antler.
He studied the brown package, sighed and opened it.
Stay tuned.........

Hog Camp 2012 Results

Everyone made it safely into camp on Friday but things started spiraling downhill after John (yankee) had a big hog in his sights that afternoon and pulled the trigger. Click! click-click-click! The hog wandered off.
We had three Yankees Ron, John and Joe there. Kyle Jones, Dean Lammey, Robert and Tony from Luxahoma, Brian Henry showed up, Burney, Myself and Dad. A perfect size camp and almost everyone at least had a chance at a hog during the weekend.
Saturday morning Brian got this big 170lb. Red Runner.
Hog Camp 2012
Our three Yankees fromm Minnesota had a great time and Joe blasted one that got away even though we looked for it half of Saturday night.

Camo dreams of pork chops so she and I got in the last picture.

Last Hog Update

Burney slipped into camp yesterday and I just got a call from him. Dad, Chris and Burney are trapped in the laundry room at camp surrounded by crazed wild hogs and are low on bullets. The hogs were gouging the door with their tusks as they frantically tried to keep them out. He asked me to bring more bullets and whiskey.

Abraham!

Living in rural Mississippi has it's drawbacks, especially on world wide events and history. Do you know that most of these hayseed ignoramusses did not even know that Abraham Lincoln was a professional Vampire Hunter? President by day, hunter by night. Jeez!
Abraham Lincoln Vampire Hunter

Hog Update

The wild hogs around the famous Christmas Place are moving in packs, mobs, swarms? of several hundred attacking anything that moves. They are worse than the Zombies! The National Guard has sealed off all roads into the area to protect the human population. Ravaged homes have been ransacked as the blood-crazed animals search for more victims. A mass exodus of all game animals from chipmunks, to birds, to deer have been spotted. The Mississippi delta is in need of someone to lift this horrible menace to life and limb! Do not worry, The Christmas Place Hog Eradication Unit is parachuting in on Friday.

Thunderhoof Tweets

I just received a tweet from Thunderhoof? That damn deer is now on twitter. Why can't he act like a normal deer? He will be updating his pics and profile soon he says. He wants to put a link on my blog too!
He says to be patient, he hasn't had this much fun since that Hernando DeSoto fella came through here lost as a goose in a whirlwind.
He also says he can type and text better with his antlers than I can with my hands and feet too.

6th Blogiversary

I never thought the day would come when I was ancient on the Internet but I have been blogging since February 2006. A lot of friends have come and gone and a lot of hunting has been studied, ridiculed or admired. Thanks to everyone that reads the few words I write or gets enjoyment from reading the insane antics of all my family. I will try to keep it going as long as possible.

Hog Report

The 2012 Christmas Place Hog Camp will be the weekend of February 25 and reports are beginning to come in on the hog situation for the area.
Latest reports say that the hogs are running amok. The small town of Thornton has been over-run and abandoned. Local villagers are afraid to leave their homes and hundreds have been killed by angry, rampant hordes of hogs. The Christmas Place farmers have had to leave their tractors in the fields and flee for their lives and no cars have been able to enter the area without being overturned or losing all their tires to the sharp tusks of the crazed beasts. It is a damn Catastrophe!
Help is on the way.

Valentines Day- Hunters Beware!

Denise and I made our trip to the wonderful Como Steak House for our annual Valentines Day get together with Mark and Kim Stewart. Drew Stewart came and Burney dropped by for a visit while we ate and it was warm and relaxed except for one thing. Women do not like to talk about deer hunting, and I have found out this means especially at Valentines day.
Mark and I ordered another round.
Truthfully the ladies looked really great and we had a wonderful meal and a good time being together.

Denise and Kim

Group shot

A Trickling Of Big Bucks

A few pictures are still trickling in. I don't know anything about these two bucks or who got them but I am green with envy.

Visit To A Salon

No, Phillip. Not a saloon.
Our newest link is "A Salon" and is run by the ever optimistic and sharp lady known as Vicomtesse, that's french for hot Duchess or maybe some kind of bizarre horserace. Either way it is an interesting read.
Her blog is a salon you can visit, filled with ideas, witticisms, a little hunting, amazement at the way the world moves and a dash of the arts to help give you hunters a little sophistication. Geez.
I would appreciate everyone going over and giving her a big hello and check out her blog.

Mammoths? I Told You So.

Mammoth Tromping Through River
As usual you didn't believe me but I have proof, proof I say!

Thunderhoof And Eli

I do not know why anyone is surprised that the Giants won the Superbowl. Thunderhoof has only gone to 2 Superbowls and Eli was in both of them. Hello??? When I got his postcard that he was headed to Indianapolis I knew the Giants would win the game. Did anyone else see Thunderhoof up in the box with Archie or down on the sideline during the game? He was great!
Thunderhoof and Eli are great friends from Eli's Ole Miss days and everytime they get together they throw the ball around or Thunderhoof kicks it 4 or 5 hundred yards for him to catch. Camo likes to play defense but that Thunderhoof runs too fast.
Here is a picture of them together goofing around.

Ground Deer Day

Yesterday Camo searched high and low for a groundhog but did not find one. She really hates a damn groundhog! Meanwhile all the big bucks came out of their holes and headed for the Indian Mound at the famous Christmas Place. Dad was there to feed them corn and Thunderhoof stopped by on his way to see Eli at the Super Bowl.
So I guess a few big bucks survived, no thanks to Paul.

The Last Buffadeer

In the spirit of the man that shot the last free-ranging buffalo, blasted the last carrier pigeon, roasted the last Do-Do bird and scrambled it's last egg, and made a great wing shot on the very last Ivory Billed wood pecker; Paul Howell (aka Satan) made sure this past weekend to get the last deer off the Christmas Place as he shot at every deer that moved, blinked, jumped or fled before him.

Blam! A doe at Stone Flat!
Blam! A buck at Spike Camp!
Blam! Holy Crap! Bambi's mother!
A hail of gunfire rang out over the property and through the swirling haze of smoke Paul Howell strode spitting death in every direction with his 7 mag. as the season drew to a close. Ahh, Paul Howell the American Hunting Poster Boy.

Will Thunderhoof Escape (Again)?

The end of deer season is upon us and that damn stupid deer is still roaming the hills laughing at us. I have hardly seen that evil creature all winter but He did use his horns to knock down my treestand once this year (ha-ha real funny) and several times I heard him munching acorns just outside of my vision. (sounded like a gravel truck) I really need to put a bullet in his hide before deer season ends or I will have to put up with his hijinks all summer (again).

While I am fishing, he will come up and want to eat my peanut butter sandwiches, or just swim lazy circles around my boat. He will follow me around in the woods poking me with his antlers or racing my 4-wheeler every chance he gets. It is terribly disconcerting to have a deer the size of a moose staring in the window when you are trying to sleep. Then he and Camo have to race around the camp at all hours of the damn night playing tag, and Dad just babies him, gives him pecans, and milk duds, even having burping contests and Dad encourages him to harrass me and thinks it's funny.
I don't know if I can take another year of that varmint.

A Ducking Problem

My evil brother (no, Paul, the one from the coast) decided that he would go duck hunting this past weekend at the famous Christmas Place. He finally talked Dad in to going with him and before day he threw his decoys, dad and all their other junk in the Gator and took off for the lake. At the lake he threw all his junk, decoys and Dad in the boat, tied a rope to it and waded the edge for 250 yards to a spot halfway up the lake. He threw his junk and Dad on the bank, set out the decoys and then totally exhausted staggered into the brush to set up.

The wind was howling and the ducks would not cooperate. They kept landing on the big water just out of gun range and not in the little cove they were set up on. Finally, finally, a big mallard came winging in and Paul fired. The duck went down in the open water. They shot a few more times and the wind died down. Dad blew his duck call. "Quack, Quack, Quack" and down the lake came a giant bird. It was not a duck. By the time Paul said "What the hell is that?" The damn thing had swooped down, grabbed his duck, and took off! Dad said "Uhh, that WAS a bald eagle, looked hungry to me." The eagle circled the lake with the duck in his talons and headed back into the swamp. Paul threw his junk, decoys, and Dad in the boat and started trudging back up the lake. We don't need a damn duck stealing eagle taking advantage of our hunters. It looks like we have a ducking problem up at the lake.
ed. note (the exact same thing happened to me the last time I shot a big 250lb. buck and it fell in the lake.) Damn Eagles!

Tough On Does

Dean Lammey came in this past weekend and put the wollop on the does. He took these two up at the Dove Field.

Miracles Do Happen

Our cousin, Jimmy Lammey (Judge Lammey), has been hunting for deer about 100 years and never, ever manages to gets one. Miracles do happen. Here is a pic of the Judge with a nice 8-point he took at Abbeville last week. Congratulations, Cuz!

Clint Gets His

The Mailrider brought our old friend Clint down for the weekend and he got this big doe. He would have killed a big buck but he would not take my advice. (typical)

Deers For Old Dad

Paul's beautiful daughter, Hillary, just happens to have a boyfriend. So she sent John to camp to hunt with Paul. The things some people will do to try and get on his good side. John and his friend both managed to get their deer! Jeff Peeples and John Ward.

according to Hillary, John is the one with the dreamy eyes on the right

Guest Buck??

Every now and then some unwitting guest accidentally kills a big buck at the Christmas Place. Paul usually sticks his guest in some Gar Hole where he will not even see a deer but somehow one came wandering by our friend Tim Crosby. This was a great 180lb. 10 point! Congratulations!

Notice the look of utter disbelief on Paul's face.

Wheeling With A Whelan

Spencer got a .35 Whelan for Christmas