Mark Scores A Ten

Mark Stewart, famed Hogologist, scored his 2nd big buck of the year this weekend hunting on the ground up at the 72 acre stand. The 205 lb. 10 point was chasing does in the big field when
Mark blasted him at point blank range. Congrats on a great season!

Auld Lang Deer

"Should old Deer Hunts be forgot,
and n'er brought to mind?

Should old Deerhunters be forgot
in days of Auld Lang syne.

For Auld Lang Syne, and deer
for Old Great Times!

We'll have a cup of kindness yet
for hunters of Auld Lang Syne!

A Quick Trip

Burney has been AWOL for awhile now, but finally made a quick trip down to the Christmas Place on Thursday afternoon. the wind was right swo he headed up to the 72 acre stand. BLAM! he shot a hog going in. BLAM! he shot a hog under his stand. Hogs were laying all around him so 30minutes later he decided to walk out and a big buck was standing in the edge of the woods looking at him. BLAM! He managed to get 2 hogs, a really nice 8-point and it added up to over 450 lbs of meat on the table. WOW! Congrats, Burney!

Santa's No Deer Camp Christmas Poem

There'll be no Christmas at Deer Camp this year.

Those fools keep shooting at my deer!
And you would not believe the horrid smell,
those hunters put deer urine on Everywhere!

 I'm not coming, no, no indeed

Even though I really know what they need.
They all want a change of luck
so they can get that great big buck

 There'll be no Christmas at Deer Camp this year

I ride by there in deadly fear!
And you would not believe the hell
of interrupting a midnight card game there

 I'm not coming, someone will draw a bead,

Even though I have exactly what they need
They all need a change of luck
to get that great big 10 point buck.

 There'll be no Christmas at Deer Camp this year

Those fools keep shooting at my deer!
Well, Maybe I'll bring just a little luck
so they can finally get that trophy buck.

A Scorched Hog

To the best of my knowledge this is what happened. There was a terrible storm brewing just before daylight as everyone headed out to their stands. A low rumbling in the sky was growing and Trent decided he would hunt the Point Stand in case the storm hit and he could get back to camp quickly.
At daylight he was safe on his stand as the big clouds rolled above him and then the wind went still.
Everything was deathly quiet and he could hear the quick steps of an animal trotting toward him through the brush. He knew it was a big buck and raised his rifle. A big, black hog came out and crossed in front of him. "Hell with this" he thought and found the hog in his scope.
Everything went white as a huge bolt of lightning cut the sky and hit. He jerked away as he pulled the trigger and the sound of the shot was lost in the loud KA-BOOM of the lightning strike. When he could see again the hog lay dead about 50 yards from him. He jumped out of the metal tripod lightning rod he was sitting in and came back to camp. We got the hog and Trent feels like he hit him solid but all I found was a big scorched mark on his side.

Antler Bowl Results

Bad weather and rain covered the famous christmas Place and the hordes of spectators there to watch the Antler Bowl. It was a muddy affair with the Bucks outwitting the Marauders as several good bucks escaped and ran up the score. The only saving grace was when Rex Howell, your friendly neighborhood blogger, blasted this nice 10 point on the South Cornfield stand. They shoot 10 points, don't they? Final score 34-10 Bucks win.

Antler Bowl 2012

This weekend the world renowned Antler Bowl will be happening at the famous Christmas Place. The Marauders are very strong this year and have already put a bullet in at least 6 big bucks and have been waiting for the Still-Season and the Antler Bowl to start so they can get a few of those big wall-hanger bucks on the pole.

Coach Thunderhoof of the Bucks says that his team is not a-feared! The big bucks have been laying low and plan to run rampant over the pesky humans this weekend and give them a thrashing they will never forget. They have some huge running razor backs that have transferred over from Bacon Flats to smash the line and create gaps for the big bucks to get to the goal line. Should be a bruiser of a weekend!

More Damn Mark Pics!

Mark is about to drive me crazy. Here are some more pics of his damn hog weekend.

 

 

this last one is the very last straw........

Marks Totally Hog Wild Weekend

so, I am headed down to the famous Christmas Place this weekend and the phone rings. Mark says "Hey, are you bringing a camera?" (oh, crap!) :Uhhh, yes???" He says "Good, you can take a picture of this big mule I just got at the North cornfield!
This started a wild weekend that Mark will talk and talk and talk about forever. Jeez!
The big 8-point weighed 190 lbs. and everyone was fired up for Saturday morning to arrive.
Paul came in with Michael and Tim Crosby that night and later Spencer showed up with two buddies named Joe and Peachy. Let me tell you, those two kids were stone cold killers!

Saturday morning I took Peachy and hunted the Dove Field and he took a big hog off in the swamp while Joe blasted another one that got away. Paul also got a big 170 lb. boar. Hogs were running everywhere.

That afternoon Tim got a doe up the creek and Paul shot a nice buck over the mountain. Peachy and Joe brought in another hog. Pauls' buck was another 8-point that weighed 200 lbs. then Sunday morning the action really started!
No one did any good that morning, mainly because of the steady BOOM, BOOM of Marks rifle ringing across the property. Mark took 6 hogs at one time, he ran out of bullets and got the last one with his pistol! The woods over there are still ringed in smoke and the road leading in is now known as the road of death and the stand has been renamed Pork Chop Hill!

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.