Enjoying The Opry

You don't have to go to Nashville to enjoy fine country music. You can slip over to the Tula Opry out from Oxford for a night of good clean music, dancing,relaxing and having fun with some wonderful friends. Email Gene and she will give you directions. It might be the most inexpensive good time you can have.

Real Golf

Tomorrow the Masters starts and once again my invite is lost in the mail. That stupid Thunderhoof had a ticket tied on his antler as he left camp Sunday. I'm sure he will have a great time over there. The weather has been cold but today it is finally warming up. The Masters is more fun when they have some weather problems. Maybe I can get in a few rounds this weekend.

Real Estate News From Rt. 3 Mississippi

I live in a rural area compared to most anyplace in the U.S. and sometimes the things the state of Mississippi or others do can really put a burr under my saddle, especially when it concerns my business.
1. The Senate caved and is going to allow real estate salesmen/brokers to do Broker Price Opinions. Mississippi was about the only state that had held the line to allow appraisers to do this. The NAR has been after them and they finally gave in and are allowing a limited way for sales people to do these. That is crap. Once the door is open, you can't close it. Good Luck with your so-called appraisal.
2. The NAR (National Association of Realtors) just sent me an email telling me how great their lobbying group was and how the Realtors are so well entrenched at the front lines on getting recognized for all the bills they are interested in. Yada-Yada-Yada. The want to increase my dues to be even bigger. I didn't join to be a Realtor to pay lobbyist to hang around Washington. I can assure you that they don't give a rat's ass what I think anyway. Screw 'em.
Looks like I have some decisions to make, just to survive.
This is my rant for the day. see you later.

Saturday

I went to camp on Saturday and the weather was fantastic. Blue skies, warm weather, and everything was so green that it was almost breathtaking. Dad, Paul and Tim went up to the lake and caught a whole cooler full of crappie in about two hours while Camo and I went exploring the woods. I found a nice piece of petrified wood and gave it to Tim for a keepsake. It was a fun relaxing weekend with no turkeys taken but fun had by all.
It was a great day to be out and about.

The Big Shindig

The big Shindig at Mary Lou and Snooky's is set for April 14. There is going to be a ball at Dagger Hall!!!!!!!! Be There.

Who Is Thunderhoof?

or for that matter, Who is John Galt?
(Part 1) April 15th.

Hog Feathers

It was a cool weekend at the famous Christmas Place Hog Farm as the turkey hunters roamed the woods looking for a big gobbler. Paul heard several and Dad saw at least one turkey but they did not respond to the calls. Meanwhile, Trent was wearing out his gun barrel blasting hogs up at the Secret Field. He managed to take two up there this weekend. When it gets warm enough, it looks like a hog Bar-B-Que will be coming up.

Good-Bye Ma Bell

I got rid of my landline.
This week I changed the lines at my office over to another carrier.
I am saving $350-$400 per month by doing this.
No wonder everyone is leaving Ma Bell.

New Name For Deer Hunting

If you live in one of those crazy places where you are made to feel as if you should apologize for being a deer hunter, worry no more!
Now instead of deer hunting you can say "kinetic removal of free range deer"
I swear to God, if I have to hear or put up with any more of this political correctness bs...................

Fox Vs Turkey = Dead Turkey

Gobbleville, MS> Hershel Howell aka (the silver fox), retired oil tycoon, famous author and skiller hunter still has it at the age of 83. He blasted this big turkey near the base of the leevee this past weekend. After his horrible hunts last year he thought it was time to hang up his spurs, but it looks like the turkey will be hanging up his instead. Congratulations on this nice bird with a 9-inch beard!

The Secret To Golf

Mr. Jones and I played golf on Sunday and I was going along playing really well for this time of year. Hey, I was even par and on cruise. I hit a great tee shot down the middle and was staring a birdie in the face if I could just hit it tight in there. This was the mistake. Clank! Whack! 3 or 4 shots later I was at the next hole and I continued to flail at the ball like it was a snake.
When we finished I realized that I was doing great until I started thinking, then it all went to hell. So to be a good golfer you have to either not have a brain or be a complete moron.

Come as You Aren't

Be there Saturday night. do something different, do something fun. It is also for a good cause. No, I am not dressing up as Mark (Mailrider) or something evil like a lawyer and that damn deer better not be there.

North Mississippi Herald
The “Come As You Aren’t” Costume Party/Dance Saturday night at Bozarts Gallery might even attract a few aliens to help raise funds for the Water Valley Art Council. Pati D’Amico and Bill Warren are showing off their other worldly outfits for the event which begins at 7:30. Tickets are $10 at the door. Though costumes are not required, there will be prizes awarded for the funniest, most beautiful, and most original costumes. For further info contact Ramona Bernard at 473-9851 or ramona.bernard@gmail.com or Warren at 473-0972.

The Deer Hunters Woe

"Oh, woe is me!”
Ever I sit lonely in my tree.
No deer to sooth me,
Alas, no tempting horns can I see,
deep in the forest running free

“Oh woe is me!”
My fair weapon rusted in the rain
I look, I search to end my pain
While others brag of their fair gain
Alone I struggle with my bane.

“Oh woe is me!”
The giant buck, a beast of fame,
withers my hopes. Alas! my shame.
for knowing that his stride is game
I hunt, I seek to ever claim his name

“Oh woe is me!”
Forsooth to place his horns upon my roof
and ever brag of mighty Thunderhoof!

Shakyspear

A New Old Friend

Yes, I am on Facebook and for some reason most of my friends seem to be Insurance Agents. Very damn strange, but today an old friend contacted me and we are now friends (again). Bill was my best friend growing up and we drifted apart as we grew older, but there was a time when we hunted and fished all the time together, we chased the same girls, explored every scope of woods and hills in our part of the world, we skiied, drank, and spent weeks at the beach. We enjoyed life like it would never change. We graduated and went seperate ways. He went to the Army and I went to college and it was never the same again. I hope we can renew that friendship and I hope there is someone out there that you can renew old ties with again too.
There are some tremendous stories of things that we did that I will try to put on here as I can put them together.

No Fowl, No Pork, No Birdies

There was no blasting at the famous Christmas Place this weekend as no hogs or turkeys showed themselves. Paul has gone into withdrawal pains.
Even the fish weren't biting. Looks like another week before the turkeys get into strutting their stuff.
On the bright side, I did take Mr. Jones and go play golf this weekend. It was not a complete disaster as we both shot around 90 using liberal winter rules. A good start there anyway.

Appreciating The Arts

Living in Water Valley, you do not find much appreciation for the Arts. This is a rural farm community of about 3000 hard working people that wouldn't take time to spit on the Mona Lisa if it was on fire.
These people are missing a very fun time by not attending the premieres at Bozarts studio.
Dress halfway decent, go in and visit with everyone, drink as much champagne, and eat as much food as possible. Pretend that you really like and understand the art. Ogle all the hot girls in their revealing dresses, dance if there is music, drink some more. It is always a very fun time and you meet some really interesting people. If you are in town tonight, go by there, everyone will be glad to see you and you will have a good time.

Turkey Season Starts Saturday

With all the hog blasting and skulking around to shoot one, the turkey season has slipped up on us. Dad left for camp this morning to finalize his blinds and try to roost a big gobbler.
I made the suggestion before he left that it would be wise to keep some buckshot or slugs handy in case hogs come out on him. Might get kind of hairy in a hurry.
Since there is killing to be done, my evil brother will be there. No, the one on the coast. Paul is also bringing up the illustrious walking encyclopedia, David Hyde. He never met a hog that didn't look better with a bullet in it.
Ought to be an interesting weekend.

You Say It's My Birthday

Another year older and deeper in debt.
Thanks for the many birthday wishes. Thunderhoof even texted me!

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)