Today is my granddaughter, Victoria Leigh "Spook's" 22nd Birthday. She was nicknamed, being born on Halloween, by her Father who has since past away. She is such a joy to the family and so full of life. She has also made me a great grandmother being the Mother of, Ina, who will be 3 years old next Saturday. Wishing her a wonderful birthday and a spooky Halloween. I love you very much, Gran Gran :)
Vicksburg resident Kenny Warner caught this 93-pound, 4 1/2-foot long catfish while jug fishing in the Mississippi River on October 8th. This fish is almost as tall as he is....what a whopper!
...and while we are on the subject of fishing, my Facebook friend, Elaine, sent me this story that she had saved for many years from the Bassmaster magazine of an unfortunate angler....called, "Shot With a Plastic Worm".
The plastic worm and slip sinker rig has gained fame as a "deadly" bass lure.
You may not realize just how DEADLY. An angler was "shot with a plastic worm rig."
The bass fisherman is embarrassed about his carelessness and doesn't relish publicity but the incident is a lesson worth repeating.
The unfortunate BASSer was fishing at the reservoir in the Piedmont section of North Carolina and doing well with the large mouth bass congregated over a sunken brush pile at the end of the pier. In the excitement, the angler misjudged a cast. He hung the plastic worm and bullet-shaped sinker on the pier.
With the fish hitting, the angler did not want to disturb the hot spot. He jerked, even yanked at the lure. But tug as he might it was snagged tight.
In desperation to break off the lure, he pointed the rod at the pier, turned on the 24- volt trolling motor and backed away. The line didn't break. The lure came loose, flying at him like a missile.
The bullet-shaped sinker hit the angler's thumb with the impact of a slug. It entered the fleshy part of the thumb, plowed toward the wrist and stopped four inches into the fisherman's forearm.
In effect, he was, "shot" with a plastic worm. Surgery took four hours to remove the bullet-shaped weight.
I finally got my computer back this afternoon and I'm sooooo happy to be back online after almost 3 weeks. I was concerned for awhile and did not know whether my documents and pictures would be saved but they were. Looking forward to checking in on my blogger friends. Have a great weekend everyone and be safe!
Here are a few pictures that a friend of mine in Arkansas, Elaine, sent me recently. The first one is of a coyote. Well, she said, he seemed to have a penchant for new born foals, I suppose, because this one did not want to take no for an answer. It was shot in the gut. I was using a .243 at the time. This just happened to be during hunting season, so I was ready for whatever came along.
Second one...The deer in velvet, was on side of road in Flora, MS, and strangely enough, close to where a huge 230 lb., 8-point buck killed my truck! She kept the antlers but gave the deer away. Read about her story here posted on October 18, 2010.
Third one...This three toed hoof was sent to her by a friend. Very unusual!
It was the coldest winter ever. - Many animals died because of the cold. The porcupines, realizing the situation, decided to group together to keep warm. This way they covered and protected themselves; but the quills of each one wounded their closest companions. After awhile, they decided to distance themselves one from the other and they began to die, alone and frozen. So they had to make a choice: either accept the quills of their companions or disappear from the Earth. Wisely, they decided to go back to being together. They learned to live with the little wounds caused by the close relationship with their companions in order to receive the heat that came from the others. This way they were able to survive.
Moral of the story: The best relationship is not the one that brings together perfect people, but when each individual learns to live with the imperfections of others and can admire the other person's good qualities.
Dave sent me these pictures yesterday and commented that this guy was back again last night. He said that this makes three nights he has been there, and would you check out the time stamps! That's absolutely amazing! How on earth do they do this with such precision??????? Dave
My friend, Dave, who lives in Indiana, finally got a good cam shot on a nice buck and this is what he had to say...
Movement is about 88% early evening just at dusk with the rest mostly at daybreak and naturally this one in the middle of the night. I looked for scrapes but didn't find any, but I could smell deer now and then and bumped one going in... Think I'll let this woods cool off now till gun season and try Mark's (hunting land) for a little bit... This one isn't much in the brow-tine department, but I sure would like a chance at him. From the looks of his neck things are starting to roll...!!!
I hope to get my computer by tomorrow and will be glad to be back in business. :) UPDATE: Tuesday, Oct. 19th - No computer...have more problems it looks like...I will either post from the Senior Center or the Vicksburg Public Library for now.
The deer that killed my truck (and my bank account!)
Now, this deer did about $11,000 in damage to a 40 grand truck! It just happened to be the day after deer season ended when he charged out in front of me from a pine thicket on HWY 22 near Flora, MS. He hit on my front driver side, then decided that was not enough damage, and swung around landing his antlers and body into my drivers door, then took a swipe at the passenger door too. I gave the dead deer to a guy who came along and helped me load it into my truck bed, and still able to drive it, I took the deer to his house, where he removed the antler that was left. One antler was knocked completely off at the base. I kept the antlers, and use them for rattlers. It weighed about 230 lbs. and he wanted the meat. It was a hot evening, and I was on my way to a school program, so there was no way I was going to go back home and skin that deer out on a school night.
Elaine is a friend of mine on Facebook and was kind enough to send me her story of her deer (truck) kill. (Posted from the Senior Center)
Well, I'm down at the Vicksburg Public Library posting this...where there is a will, there is a way. Can't put a picture up with a story. My computer is still at the shop and now they say I may need more memory. I do hope I can get it out by early next week. Hope everyone is having a nice weekend. It is beautiful here in Vicksburg....could not asked for a prettier day and nice cool temps!
Took my computer back to the shop today and hopefully will have it by closing time they said. That would be the greatest! I miss looking around and checking on my blogging friends. I hope everyone will have a nice weekend and please be safe out there. We are having beautiful weather here in Vicksburg, Mississippi! :)
I picked up my computer this afternoon from the computer fixer-upper shop and it took me all of 3 hours to post about the young hunters. I will have to call back tomorrow and let them know that my computer is not fixed right and is still sick. Hopefully, I will get back-up and running like I was soon. In the meantime, I may have to go back down the the Senior Center to post daily except for Saturday and Sunday. My computer has been so faithful for the last 3 years and just maybe I have wore it out...who knows! :(
Vicksburg resident Cameron Hall, 15, bagged this 175-pound, 8-point buck while bowhunting near Oak Ridge on October 2. She was hunting with her friend, Payne Jones, when she took the deer.
Connor Smith, 14, of Vicksburg, took down this 225-pound, 11-point buck in northern Warren County on October 3. He was hunting with a Bowtech Razor Edge Bow. Congrats to our young hunters...they are off to a great hunting season in our wild outdoors!
My friend, Elaine, from Facebook, recently sent me this story about a camouflaged jeep and said I could share with you and also provided pictures...
As the story goes....this guy from Yazoo City, MS, went to the body shop at Hinds Jr. College and told Herbert McPhail, who taught body and paint, (now deceased) he wanted it camouflaged, and would he paint it? He said, sure...what do you want on it? He said do whatever you want - just camouflage it. McPhail said, "OK., so if it is polka dotted, don't shoot me."
He took the jeep into the shop where the students learn to do body work, and told them, to do whatever they wanted, just make it camouflaged. So they did and some were pretty artistic. These are a few of the results of the paint job it got. Now, these students are also multi-racial, and they all thought this one up!
Took a 6-point Saturday evening, thought he was an 8 but I put an arrow right through his heart. Had 4 bucks moving around within 75-80 yards of me out in a big woods along with a doe and 2 yearlings that were 80 yards away out in a field edge. Then 2 of the bucks saw the doe and came running in at an angle to bring them to about 30 yards out and the bigger of the 2 stopped with his head behind a big tree but giving me a beautiful angling in shot on his vitals so I let the arrow fly! It went through his heart and stopped in his opposite leg bone and I could see the arrow hanging out as he ran. He only made it 30 yards and dropped about 40 yards from my stand where I could clearly see him laying there on the ground. I was about 25 feet up a nice tree in my climber! When I got down and drug him out to the field edge, the rain stopped, a little sun broke through a hole in the clouds and a beautiful rainbow dropped down on the other side of the field!
What a beautiful way to end a successful hunt! Congrats Mike!
For those of you who don't live in the South, and think we are a bunch of uncivilized rednecks - well, it's simply not true! In fact, we have ladies' groups all over the South that meet regularly to discuss current events and develop needed home-skills.
For example, this photo was recently taken at a ladies group meeting in north Georgia where they were discussing politics. (Posted from the Senior Center)
A friend of mine, Elaine, on Facebook sent me this message the other day and wanted to share with you and she said...
I drive my grandson to school every morning...down a gravel mountain road, for 7 miles, until I get to the highway, in the Ouachita mountains near Mena, Arkansas. I see all manner of wildlife crossing the road, and it amazes me sometimes, what all is up and creeping around as dawn is breaking.
This morning, I watched a flock of turkeys file across the road, (my half mile driveway) like school kids loading a bus. Not a single one took flight, and some, even stalled and stared at me as I passed slowly. (Obviously, they don't know what turkey pot pie is.) The last one, even stopped a couple of times and leaned backward, looking to see if I was still there. Of all times to not have my camera with me, this was one of them I regretted. I nearly popped my pants button laughing at this particular turkey, strangely enough, stopping and craning his neck backwards, to look!
I know that when it is turkey season for the hunters, they are oblivious, because they have their struts going half the time, and their peckers and claws going at the ground like boll weevils in dung. I also watch them (the turkeys) come from the national forest, across my pasture every morning, pecking and grubbing their way to the lower pasture next door. There are about 15 in this particular flock. They feed on nuts, seeds, fruits, insects, and salamanders.The bright bearded ones really strut their stuff, and they are really beautiful in their colorful plumage.
I am reminded from the sight of them, of the days when the Native Americans hunted these large birds for food. The Europeans liked them so much, they took some back to Europe with them. The turkey was even Benjamin Franklin's choice for the United States's national bird.
So let's talk turkey-
What do turkeys do on sunny days? They go on peck-nics...
Why did the turkey cross the road? (no, not to mate) - to show he was not a chicken!
(I dream of the day when turkeys AND chickens can cross the road, and not have their motives questioned)
Birds of a feather, flock together. So true~In more ways than one.
“I hate turkeys. If you stand in the meat section at the grocery store long enough, you start to get mad a turkeys. There's turkey ham, turkey bologna, turkey pastromi,.Some one needs to tell the turkey, man, just be yourself.”
I'm at our Senior Center downtown Vicksburg typing this post. This morning my computer went down on me and had to take to the shop. Don't know how long I will be without it. Hopefully, not long. I will try and get down as often as I can to post something. Marian :(
This past Saturday Bob and I had a booth to sell his copper trees at the 29 Annual Old Court House Flea Market. It was from 8:00 to 5:00 p.m. We were lucky to get right in front of the New Court house facing the Old Court House Museum. It was completely around the Old Court House block and part of the New Court House grounds. This was our second attempt to sell his trees. In August we made a trip to Water Valley, MS, for the Watermelon Carnival to get our feet wet. With the help of Rex and his family over at Deer Camp Blog we had a great time and was a good experience for us. We got all set up and during the day saw and visited with friends I had not seen in years and also a friend, retired Dr. and his wife, who are residing in Oxford, MS. You could not have asked for a more beautiful day! We really enjoyed ourselves and made a nice profit. Below are some pictures I took during the course of the day.