Get Out and Enjoy Nature!

Don’t just sit around the house...get out and enjoy nature.  ;)
Posted from the Senior Center

Mike's Bow Harvest

Mike (mrjbigfoot) my CamoSpace friend.



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!

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Southern Ladies



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)

Birds Of A Feather

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.”

~author unknown
(Posted from the Senior Center)

My Computer Is Sick

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  :(

Bob's Copper Trees @ Flea Market

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.

Old Court House Museum

Copper tree display with lighted Christmas trees.  (For more info on prices, etc., click here on Two Dogs Tall)

Bob - The sculptor

People passing by in front of our display.

On backside of Court House (note eagle cage with green tarp) where food was located.

Facing the north side of flea market.

On the grounds of the Museum.

A peaceful sitting area with water fountain.

We had music to entertain us on the Old Court House Museum lawn.

Took this picture while descending the steps of Old Court House Museum.

Fall arrangements were throughout the downtown area for the festivities.

Leaving Brown's Point Hunting Club

An abandon airstrip that would bring the hunters in for the big hunt.

This camp was here when we hunted on Kings Point Island.

New buildings that have been erected.  

This camp is new and is down from Riverland heading out.  Between the two hunting camps right on the road, I just happened to look down a road going into the woods when I saw a big rack buck standing in the middle of the road.  Bob was looking straight ahead.  I put on breaks and backed up but it was long gone.

Coming to get us...

Hope we will be able to come back soon to visit our old hunting buddies.

Leaving Kings Point Island...

In view as you get on the main (Port of Vicksburg) road, is a beautiful monument you can see which is located in the Vicksburg National Military Park.

Part of the lumber yard of Anderson-Tully Lumber Company (ATCO) where Bob was Director of Labor Relations/Personnel Manager for 15 years.  The End

Fish Camp - THISISIT

A memory plaque that was erected for Keith Laurie...he actually picked out this spot himself near the river's edge before he died.  He was a really nice guy and a great hunter. We all miss him very much!

Well, THISISIT, what is left of it.  It gets flooded out a lot and Bob and I used to spend nights here way back in the late 80's...The sign above the porch is in the kitchen at the main camp house now.  We liked the name so much that our license tag on our 2006 GMC Sierra is, THISIT!

Just inside the door to the chowdown/kitchen area.  Looks like a stove on top of a table.

A bunk room off the screen-in area of the front porch.

Back room with more bunk beds.

Side view with containers to catch the water as if falls off the house...those have been there forever!

Nothing last forever...

Towboat Arlen B. Cenac, Sr., heading down the river as we head back to the main camp house.

A good reminder, with the camp house in view, to unload your gun before you get back into camp.

Camp River Traffic

I could hear the hum of a towboat coming but did not know how far away it was.  It was so nice and peaceful watching the river roll on by while I sat on a downed tree.  

Bob waited in our truck to watch the river traffic with his binoculars while I explored. Had to put the truck in 4-wheel drive to get through the sandy road. 

Just as I pulled away from the opened cove we spotted the towboat Carol McManus going down the river with her tow.

Another barge coming down the river but with no name as it passed by us.

Suddenly, I heard this noise and there was a biplane flying across the river very low and I was able to get this shot as it went into a side inlet.

Stands signs along the river road going towards the fish camp.  

No. 42 is a very nice deer stand near the river.  I enjoyed hunting off these stands so I could hear the sound of the towboats passing by.  

After walking back to the truck from deer stand No. 42, I had briars over me! Should have worn my hunting boots!

As soon as I took this picture of this guy out in the middle of the river, the biplane flew in front of me at eye level and if I had waited a few seconds, I may or may not have gotten it in my camera...all I saw was a blue and silver plane in front of me.  It happened so fast that I could not believe my eyes!!

Small boats going over to the edge of the river on a sandbar to chill out for awhile.

To be continued...