Snapshots at Deer Camp

Bob and I with Rex, Mark (Rex's friend) and Hershel (Rex's Dad) at the famous Christmas Place Plantation and Hunting Club on the edge of the Mississippi Delta northeast of Vicksburg.

Camo, Rex's dog.

Austin (Burney's son) with his first Bobcat harvest.

Bob with Hershel, Trigger (Hershel's dog) and Bobby (Burney's Dad).

Denise, (Rex's fiancee) and I enjoying a very nice visit. We all had a wonderful time hunting and visiting with the Howell Family and their friends in the great outdoors! This was a sweetthing!

Deer Hunting Game

Got this from John...Thanks John!

GO DEER HUNTING!

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Paul's 8 pt. Buck!

The entourage going to get Paul's 8 pt. out of The Hole!

Rex's brother, Paul, got this real nice buck Saturday morning at the Christmas Place Hunting Club. Paul took me to The Box Stand and he walked over to get on The Hole Stand. During my hunt I saw 5 deer and it was a beautiful cool crisp morning to hunt. Around 9:30 or so, I saw Paul coming through the woods. He told me that he had shot a nice 8 pt. and I offered to help him get it but he said it was down in The BIG Hole! We would have to go back to the deer camp and wait for the other hunters to come in out of the woods to help get his monster buck out. Again, my congrats to Paul on his successful deer hunt in our great wild outdoors! Charming, Just Charming!

North Cornfield and Scenic Stands

Right side view where Rex, my hunting buddy, brought me up the hill Saturday afternoon to hunt the Scenic Stand in our great wild outdoors.

A front view.

Left view. I was very high up with it being on the side of a hill and right behind me I could see the camp. I heard a lot of rustling along the right side above but nothing came out. I did see a lot of chipmunks.

The view to the far right at the North Cornfield Stand.

Friday afternoon Rex took me to the North Cornfield Stand, which was another stand to sit on and enjoy an impressive view. Unfortunately, no deer appeared. An apple tree is to the mid far left.

The Levee and Arrowhead Stands

Rex coming to pick me up after the morning hunt.

A crow taking a stroll in the rain.

A bunch of crows to the left on the road making a lot of noise.

A deer walked out at the first point in front of me after the rain subsided approximately 150 yards or so.

At the right side of the stand I saw one doe walk out alone and went back in the woods. Later two more does walked out together and was scoping when a hard rain came and they ran back into the woods.

Front view

Friday morning Rex took me to The Levee Stand and I saw 4 deer in all. It was raining off and on most of the morning. This picture was taken to the left of the field.

This is the field behind me on The (tripod) Arrowhead Stand. On an afternoon back in November of last year I saw 15 deer during a Youth Hunt weekend off of this stand and got a great picture of this deer with my camera.

This is the first of two stands that I hunted out of at the famous Christmas Place Hunting Club. Here is the front field of the Arrowhead Stand that I hunted on Thursday afternoon (New Year's Day) in our great outdoors! Charming, Just Charming!

A Hunter's Nightmare

The right of the Box Stand

To the left front field of the Box Stand

The Box Stand

My husband, Bob and I were invited by Rex to the family's Christmas Place Hunting Club on the edge of the Mississippi Delta on the first day of 2009....

On most of the stands I hunted I had seen deer but waited for the right time to shoot. Yesterday morning I went with Mark (The Mailman) on the 4-wheeler to The Box Stand and he hunted down from me. Around 7:15 I had a doe to walk out in front of me. When she finally turned broadside, I shot and she just stood there...reloaded and shot again and she took off to the edge of the field and just stood there and walked back into the woods. I'm thinking...this is the PITS! I knew I had put the cross hairs behind the shoulder, but it was a free handed shot because the rest was too low. I only had 3 bullets in my gun to start with and reach for my pack and loaded two more in my .270 rifle. So now I was back up to 3 bullets in my gun. About 30 minutes later another doe walks out to my far right. This time I braced it on the back of the stand and I knew this one was going to be it. I shot, she stood there, I reloaded and shot again, she stood there, reloaded and shot again, she stood there...3 shots and I'm out of bullets...she walks back into the woods. I'm so disgusted and the only thing I could figure out was that I had knocked my scope off. I have never had this to happen. Most of the time one bullet is all I need to drop a deer. So I pulled my camera out of my hunting pack and decided all I can do now is take pictures. Finally, another deer walks out and snapped a couple of shots. After the hunt, I met up with Mark and he said that when I first shot he was thinking how he was going to get my deer on the 4-wheeler and all and then when he heard 3 more shots later he did not know what to think. He was watching a spike at the time and he had an ear itch and he said it was so comical watching him stand on three legs. When I shot the first time the spike jumped up in the air and when I shot again he started running in circles...I shot again and he took off! Mark was in stitches. This is a deer hunt that will go done in history for me. Bob went with Rex on the 4-wheeler and Bob did shoot at a doe but they looked and looked in the field but could not find it. From our standpoint, the quality time spent being at the deer camp and visiting with the Howell family/friends was worth more than all the deer in the woods.

Deer I shot at with my camera in our great wild outdoors!

Vicksburg Youth On The Hunt

Conner Wilkinson's first deer was this 130-pound 3-pointer her bagged near Redwood. He shot it from about 60 yards away with a 7mm-08. Conner is the son of Andy and Kristy Wilkinson of Vicksburg.

Austin Magoun, 12, has killed two deer this winter. He got the first, a 130-pound doe, while hunting with his father at their hunting club near Utica on November 29. On December 19 her got this nine-point buck - his first - at the same camp. Austin is the son of Bo and Kim Magoun.

Justin Ehrgott, 9, shot this seven-point buck on December 6. It was his first buck. Justin is the son of Jay and Kristy Ehrgott of Vicksburg.

Braden Kapp killed this doe, his first, while hunting with his father near the Mississippi River near Delta, LA. The doe weighed 115 pounds.

Brooke Standifer, 15, killed this 8-point buck on December 8 while hunting with her father and brother, Landon, in north Warren County. It was the first deer she has harvested. Brooke is the daughter of Scotty and Ann Standifer of Vicksburg. Congrats to all the young hunters in our great outdoors!

Happy New Year Bloggers!

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Hope your New Year is as wonderful as you are!

Hunting We Will Go...

to the famous Christmas Place Plantation and Hunting Club in the morning. Rex over at Deer Camp Blog has invited Bob and I to come up for a few days to hunt in the great outdoors. I'm hoping to get a nice buck on the Arrowhead Stand. The last time I was on this stand, I saw 15 deer walk out, mostly does and yearlings. You would think there would be a BIG PAPA BUCK somewhere in the woods close by!! Charming, Just Charming!

Ian's Hunting Outfit

A picture I took of my great grandson, "Ian", during the Christmas holidays in his hunting outfit that his grandmother bought for him. My daughter, Kathy, is also a avid deer hunter. It's all in the family! I hope to one day take Ian hunting with me in our great outdoors! He is such a sweetthing!

Bullet Footage

Got this from Dennis - he said, It’s still “Deer Season” you know. Y’all might want to bone up a bit on Y’all’s accuracy. Take a gander at what a well placed round can do. Some really interesting footage of a .243 rifle.

Happy Birthday John Gregory

My step-grandson, John Gregory, was 15 on December 24, Christmas Eve, and I forgot to post his birthday. On my grandchildren's birthday, if they live in town, I call Radio Station, River 101 because they announce birthday's everyday and if they draw your name you will receive a gift. Today they announced the birthdays for last week (because of the Christmas holiday) and John's named was picked and he won two free pizza's from Domino's. When I called to let him know, his Mom said he had spent the night with a friend. So when he comes home he will have his birthday pizza! Looks like John is still celebrating his birthday. Many more happy returns of the day John. We love you - Gran Gran and Grandpa Bob

Christmas With Family

Bob with son, Greg, on Christmas Day.

A family portrait ~ Greg, Laura and John Gregory and Eleanor in background.

The family cat, Blackie, posing for a picture!

Another nice deer - Greg is an avid deer hunter and harvested this big 8-point buck (see picture) taken south of town in December 2000. He was the guest of a hunting buddy/friend and used his in line muzzle loader. The deer weighed 255 lbs. and the antlers had an inside spread of 25 inches. His buck scored 131 on the Boone and Crockett.

A front view.

My step-son, Greg, made this "table" mount for his deer out of peke cypress. This is a side view and a very different and unusual way in presenting a deer.

Vicksburg On The Hunt

Kenny Fields of Vicksburg shot this 11-point buck on private land in Warren County of December 6.

Elizabeth Holloway, 13, killed this 10-point, 225-pound buck on December 5 in northern Warren County. Elizabeth is the daughter of Hugh and Tara Holloway of Valley Park.

Reese King, 5, shot his first deer, a doe, on November 15 while hunting in northern Warren County. Reese is the son of Eddie and Shelly King of Vicksburg.

Ashtin Ross, 14, shot her first deer, an 8-point buck, on private land in south Warren County during the weekend youth hunt. Ashtin is the daughter of Mary and Charles Massey of Vicksburg.

Lee Middleton, 12, shot this 8-point, 198-pound buck on November 27 while hunting on private land in Warren County. Lee is the son of Jay and Stefany Middleton of Vicksburg.

Harrison Hunter, 12, shot this 7-point buck, his first, in late November on private land in Claiborne County. He took down the 180-pounder from 30 yards away with a 7mm-08 while hunting with his mother, Lindy Hunter. Harrison's father is Bobby Hunter.

Marla Grace McCaskill,8, shot her first buck while hunting with her grandfather Randy Hynum in Port Gibson over the Thanksgiving holiday. The buck weighed more than 210 pounds, and had a rack with a 15-inch spread. Marla Grace is the daughter of Margaret and Kevin McCaskill of Brandon. Congrats to all our hunters in the great outdoors! Charming, Just Charming!

What a Christmas Present!

My friend and mentor, Rex, over at Deer Camp Blog shot a giant 9-point buck with a drop tine at the famous Christmas Place and Plantation Hunting Club. Go over and congratulate him on his fine harvest in our great wild outdoors! Bob and I are sending our congrats to you Rex!

Your "STUPID MORONS" Files

Got this from Steve and thought it would be worth sharing...

'Hunting' over bait earns expensive lesson Sunday, December 21, 2008.

Having traveled to several states through the years, I've had the opportunity to experience hunting over bait and hunting without bait.

There's no doubt in my mind that bait makes a difference -- and anyone who tells you otherwise is confused or just plain fibbing. I've spent a lot of boring afternoons in the field when I wished there was a bait pile out there to spice things up. You probably have, too. You may have even thought about taking a chance and spreading a little around in a no-bait zone. But 11 guys from middle Tennessee will tell you that's a really bad idea. A bad idea with terribly expensive consequences.

Last week in Benton County General Sessions Court, nine hunters were slapped with harsh fines and stripped of their hunting privileges after killing an insane number of ducks over bait during Tennessee 's early wood duck season back in September.

Another hunter connected with the case received similar penalties in November, and one more is scheduled to appear in court next month. I doubt he'll fare much better. I use the term "hunter" lightly in this case because what these guys were doing really doesn't fall under the definition of hunting.

They were poaching -- and they're paying dearly for it, just as they should. As you probably know, the limit for wood ducks during Tennessee 's early season is two per day. Tennessee is the only state in the country that allows such a season for woodies.

These brain donors weren't caught with three wood ducks apiece. They had a sickening total of 169 birds, and they were hunting them over bait.

After fines, restitution and court costs, the whole deal will run them about $3,000 apiece. They all lost their hunting privileges for at least year, and one of them will be sidelined for a whopping seven years.

For a moment, let's just say that killing all of those ducks was the most exhilarating experience of their lives.

Maybe the idea of having a sure thing at their duck camp made for the best pre-hunt good sleep they've ever had.

It doesn't matter. It still couldn't have been worth all of the trouble, expense and embarrassment they're going through.When hunting over bait is allowed, it's allowed for a reason.

When it's illegal, it's illegal for a reason -- and if you violate the law, you'll eventually get caught.

Like it or not, conservation officers have more authority, in some cases, than a highway patrolman. They can come on to your property to set up undercover operations whenever they feel the need.

When you set up to hunt over bait, you never know when one of them might be setting up to hunt you.

Limits are in place for a reason, too.

I've never been a fan of stringent creel or bag limits. I prefer liberal bag limits and stringent penalties for the people who violate them.

The penalties dished out in Benton County last week were harsh, but fair -- and they sent the perfect message to other folks who may be skirting the hunting laws in Tennessee:

Hunt right, or you won't be hunting at all!

Merry Christmas!

~ Bob and Marian~

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A Christ's Mass Eve Story

It was Christ's Mass Eve night
I was all alone
And in my customary mode,
A bit pensive
In my humble abode.

The fire was burning bright
Casting shadows on the wall,
Filling up my mind
With long, long ago recalls.

I thought of many loved ones
Some departed many years,
Of souls like me who've wandered
Through many joys and many tears.

The night was still enough to hear
The dropping of a pin,
So cold and bitter out of doors,
So cozy warm within.

That stillness changed so suddenly
Replaced by howling winds,
The golden grasses lying flat,
The trees with bending limbs.

All creatures ran for cover,
Chilled to the marrow of their bones,
More logs I placed upon the fire,
That blue norther wailed and moaned

It was a night not fit for man nor beast,
Thus my sudden, startled surprise,
Some stranger knocking on my door
On such a dreadful night?

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I bid the man to enter,
Served him bread and sweet, hot tea.
Then he opened up my heart and mind
With things he spoke to me.

He had no coat he had no gloves,
Not tall and very lean,
His shoes were worn his shirt was torn
And holes were in his jeans

Such kindness dwelt upon his face
I had not one single fear,
I'd never seen such gentle grace,
He spoke, I paused to hear.

His words were chosen carefully,
Flowing gently, pure, and kind,
He spoke about so many things,
Things that had never crossed my mind.

He spoke about creation,
About the minds of God and men.
He told me how the stars were born
And how the world began.

He spoke of human destiny,
And where we go from here,
His words shown like beams of light,
Existence became so clear.

He unraveled every tangled web
Of fear and guilt and doubt.
He told me a thousand things
To live with and live without.

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He spoke of a Redeemer
Born two thousand years ago,
He explained it all so simply
I knew every word was so.

The fire was bright and warm,
I was at such wondrous peace,
I drank his words with thirsty joy
Then drifted off to sleep.

Sometime in the night
The firelight waned and died.
The stranger had departed,
I rushed to look outside.

I know mysteries appear,
I know mysteries come and go.
I know when I looked out the window
There was not one track in the snow.

That Christ's Mass Eve those years ago,
By far the best I've spent,
Though I never knew that stranger's name,
And never knew where he went.

Written by Bill Worrell - New Art, Texas
Published with his permission.