Mississippi Boat Ride

I went up the Lake Saturday morning and had a really good hunt. saw several bucks but not the big one I wanted. Came in for lunch and Trent asked if he could go up the Lake with me that afternoon.
We headed up the Lake and I dropped Trent off in a gar hole where he would never kill a deer much less see one. I got on my stand and a couple of hours later heard him shoot. BLAM! The sound reverberated off the water and I hunkered down. Saw wome more deer and a couple of nice bucks and right before dark a big hog came out. I cut down on him. BLAM, BLAM, he was still moving, BLAM! I finally got the hog in the boat after dark, found Trent, got his big buck in the boat along with all our equipment and rifles and headed toward the dock. The little aluminum boat was absolutely full and loaded to the gunwales. The little electric motor could just barely push us and I think all you could see was our noses coming up the lake cause the boat was almost under water.
We finally made it to the dock and Trent turned and said"Now, that's a Mississippi Boat Ride!"

Trent's big buck was 185 lbs with a 17 inch spread. Really, Really Nice, but the important thing was my giant hog. It was a big Rochester Redback. the most evil hog of all. 160 lbs. of pure murderous hate with 3 inch tusks dripping with blood. I should get a medal! Here's a pic of our successful Thanksgiving weekend hunt.

Opening Day Success

Opening day of the first gun season was the most successful we haqve ever had. My dad fell and hurt himself Friday night and put a damper on things but everyone hunted Saturday while he laid up
Paul took this fantastic 8-point 200 lb., 20 inch spread buck about 7:30AM when it came wandering up to him like they always do.

 

   

 

 

We, of course were all happy and excited for him, as we tried to decide whether to shoot him or knock him in the head with a stick as we listened to him drone on and on about it.

That afternoon I headed up to the South Corn field, Spencer went to Spike Camp and Trent went to Squirrel Road. At 5:30 this super nice 7-point 190 lb., 17.5 inch spread buck came through and BLAM! I got my buck! I heard Spencer shoot and when I got to camp Spencer had taken a really large 140 lb. doe. 

 

 

So, two nice bucks for opening day, which we have never done before. Paul and Trent also got hogs this weekend to top it off. The only drawback is Dad has a couple of cracked ribs and will be on the sidelines for the unforseeable future. 

 

 

 

Deer Eve

Today is deer eve and everything is quiet as we wait for opening day to arrive. All the rifles are sighted in, the stands are hung from the trees, all the wives are mad as hell and it looks like the big bucks are moving. Another gun season is about to start! Hurray!
In the distance you can hear a few people still shooting as they zero in their rifles, most men have their hunting stuff ready to go and I am heading to camp in about an hour or so. will give a report and hopefully start blogging regularly with the new season starting.
Looks like a low turnout with Paul, Trent, Dad, Spencer,Erin, and myself at camp tonight.
Tomorrow we (I) need to get a big buck on the pole to get everyone fired up again.

Muzzle-Load Success

It was a fun weekend as we got 3 deer and 1 hog this past weekend. Trent brought two guest (Jim and Jack) from Tennessee and Paul brought Lex Luthur (Dave) , Stewart Allen and his son up.
Stewart, Jim and Trent got deer and Trent also got a hog. Deer season opener for bucks is next weekend.

It Starts

Bow season is already open, but the first muzzle load season opens this weekend for does only. Should be an interesting weekend. Paul will be there with his entourage and even
Trent is bringing two guest. I think they are Kentucky moonshiners. My buddy, Mr. Jones cancelled and the great white hunter, Joe Black could not make it. We will see if there are any deer wander around and maybe pop a hog if I get a chance. See you at the hanging pole.

Vote Thunderhoof!

All of you need to remember to go and vote for Thunderhoof for President today. I can assure you that he could clean out the whole Congress and all those lobbyists in about 15 minutes with his giant antlers. VOTE TODAY!

Sure Shot

The only Lammey that is a real deer hunter. Dean got this nice 135lb. doe Saturday afternoon with a perfect shot.

The SS Whitetail

This weekend Camo and I are headed for camp to get some things done. Erin is coming up with Paul to help, so it should be a fun weekend. The main thing I have to do is go up the lake to check and do repairs on my stand. I hope to launch the SS Whitetail with my first mate, Camo, and my navigator, Erin, Saturday morning and sail South through the hordes of angry fish, eagles, and assorted Lake Monsters to reach my hidden stand. Should be interesting.

A Spooky Couple

Giant Tree Skywalk

Denise, Camo and I made the tree up north of Belzoni to Sky Lake and the skywalk there. It goes out into the middle of a gigantic swamp and circles up against the biggest cypress rees you could imagine. Several of the trees are over 1000 years old. you need to see it to believe it.

Whispers

People say that our little area of the Delta is the most haunted area in the state Of Mississippi. I can only say that I have seen many things that most people would not believe. Some people would laugh and say I drink to much, am too full of tall-tales, or I am just a damn liar. They have never faced the darkness that seems to gather at the famous Christmas Place Plantation.

Many restless spirits roam here. The beautiful and frightening Pond Stand Ghost, a column of Confederate soldiers marching to nowhere, a ghost train that cuts through the night on Halloween, and many others that shed their blood on this ground. One of the scariest and least seen is the ghost we call “The Whisperer”.

Across a big Beaverdam on the south side of the property is a deer stand called The Double White Oak. A long walk down an ancient road leads to a clearing with a gigantic double whiteoak tree at the end of it. The opening is a game foodplot with a stand overlooking it. Several nice deer have been taken from this stand but it is usually the long walk out after dark that can be terrifying.

The first time I encountered this ghost I was walking out on a starlit night after an evening hunt. The moon had just started to rise as I walked along holding my flashlight down in front of me. A whispered voice in my ear said “Hurry”

I stopped thinking it was my imagination. Looked all around as the chills ran up and down my spine and took off walking again. “Hurry, we need to hurry” the voice whispered. I stopped and shined my light all around looking for a source of the low whispering voice. I was scared now and pulled my rifle down to the crook of my arm.

I stepped forward, moving even quicker than before and had not gone ten steps when I heard the voice whisper again. “ Hurry, they’re coming” I didn’t break stride but kept marching. As I hurried through the darkness the voice settled on my ear, crying miserably and begging me to hurry. I was so scared that I did not look back but I could feel the spirit walking beside me, leaning into my ear and in terrible fear and agony whispering for me to hurry, hurry before they caught us.

I don’t think there is any harm in this poor spirit and I would like to know his story. I have tried talking to him over the years but it does no good. We have all heard his desperate pleadings over the years and are used to it now, but occasionally we let someone hunt there and wait to see if the ghost will scare the crap out of them.

Squirrel Camp 2012

The weather was pleasant, the temperature perfect and the squirrels were everywhere. A great squirrel camp was enjoyed by all. The squirrel and dumplings was great too, and everyone had a wonderful time.

Tree Rat Eradicaton Weekend

The infamous Squirrel Camp at the famous Christmas Place is this weekend and everyone is ready to go. This is a very important weekend and extremely important to the camp, the Delta, and probably the whole state of Mississippi. The first thing you need to know about squirrels is that they are EVIL. I would put them right up there with both my brothers. They swarm through our pecan grove eating every pecan in sight, and will bite you if you try to pick one up off the ground. It is impossible to even look at a mulberry without at least 5 or 6 of them jumping on you and either biting you or stealing your watch. Evil creatures. Worse than a swarm of Locusts. WE HAVE TO DO SOMETHING before they take over the world.
Plus they taste great with dumplings! See you there!

Council Fire

Dad's new book has been published. the name is "True Tales From the Council fire (plus some outright, baldfaced lies). The stories are varied but most are about hunting and some of the weird experiences he has seen in his 86 years. Dad has also done all the illustrations which is kind of neat. So hurry and buy at least 100 copies to give all your friends at Christmas!

Archery Opener 10 Point

You know some people have nothing to do in this world but amble around with enormous amounts of free time on their hands. Case in point. Burney. He shot this wonderful 10 point Saturday afternoon and I guess the rest of deer season is wide open for him. Congratulations on the first buck of the year, SOB.

Deer Hate Computers

The last two weeks have been a nightmare of epidemic proportions but a lot of interesting stuff has been going on that you need to catch up on. You need an update on the work camp. Not really, everyone knows Paul didn't do crap while everyone else worked. Dad's new book has been published, will write about that as soon as I can and a few other things have happened which I dare not talk about, but I digress.....
I came in on Monday, turned on my computer and nothing happened. The damn thing was dead as a door nail. I have been working to get some way to work on appraisals all week and it has been a nightmare. I checked the front and mysterious hoof prints on the box let me know that some horrible deer has sabotaged my computer. What twisted mind and what unknown reason eludes me. All I know is I have had every lender in the country scream at me this week and nothing I can do. Those damn deer will pay for this insult!

Back Into The Fray

Heading out for another work weekend at the famous Christmas Place. Last weekend all of the bottom land was planted and now we head up into the hills. A lot was done but last weekend was a disaster on many levels as I had a toothache and a lot of other problems to boot.No, you really don't want to know except that I am still mad.
Denise has gone out to California to visit her people so Camo and I will be heading down to get some work done. So, I am heading back into the fray to finish up before it is time to get serious about finding a big deer to hunt. Think I might take a rifle, I have a hankering for some killing, and maybe a wild hog will wander by me.

A Change In The Weather

Things did not go so well for my steak dinner, in fact I have been having a healthy dose of crow on my plate but things are changing. The weather has turned mild with just a hint of fall in the air and suddenly it feels like deer season is upon us. This weekend everyone is heading to camp to put in a good work weekend to get the stands and fields ready for opening day. Burney, Mark, Paul, Trent, Dad, Bobby, Me and a few others are expected to roll in and start early on Saturday morning.
Dad and my no good brothers have been seeing several respectable bucks so the hope is rising that some super bucks are just waiting to wander into my crosshairs come deer season.
Will let you know the situation as soon as possible.

Saturday Night Steak

This weekend those stupid Texans are coming to town wearing their horrible big hats, orange shirts, snakeskin boots, with jangling spurs and they are bringing their damn cow with them. Good! Saturday night about midnight we will be serving steak to everyone in the Grove after we beat their ass and cook their damn cow. When we are through, we are going to hang his big horns on the front of the Lyceum.

Squirrel Camp Set