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ME

My Soul

One Day...

 So true!

It's A Mississippi Life

Mississippi is one of the only states in America that somehow feels both completely peaceful and mildly supernatural at the exact same time.

From above, it looks simple enough: a quiet Southern state sitting beside the Mississippi River and the Gulf Coast, like it’s just here to relax.

It is not relaxing.

Because once you actually drive across Mississippi, the entire state starts feeling like a mix of: • deep Southern history

• swamp survival instincts

• humidity powerful enough to alter human behavior

• and roads disappearing into forests that look straight out of a movie.

Northern Mississippi feels calm at first: rolling farmland, small towns, church signs every few miles, and highways stretching through pine trees forever.

Then suddenly: • a thunderstorm appears from nowhere

• rain starts falling sideways

• and visibility drops so fast your windshield basically gives up emotionally.

Meanwhile, central Mississippi is: • backroads with mysterious gas stations

• pickup trucks covered in SEC stickers

• endless wooded highways

• and towns where everybody somehow already knows who your grandparents are.

And down south?

Everything slowly transforms into swamps, bayous, Spanish moss, mosquitoes with military training, and Gulf Coast humidity thick enough to physically grab your soul.

Mississippi weather doesn’t follow forecasts. It follows vibes.

One random afternoon, it’s sunny

87 degrees

perfect fishing weather

Then two hours later, thunder shakes the windows

Tornado sirens start warming up

Tree branches are flying across Highway 49

And somebody calmly says, “Looks like a little weather’s moving in.”

Meanwhile, Mississippi roads operate on pure uncertainty.

There’s always: • one truck doing 93 on a two-lane highway

• one tractor causing a 17-car backup

• one sheriff hiding behind trees like tactical forestry

• and at least one bridge that feels historically significant in a concerning way.

Every Mississippi driver develops the same survival instincts:

Brake lights ahead? Problem.

Heavy rain? Bigger problem.

Dark clouds near the tree line? Immediate spiritual concern.

Suspicious Crown Victoria near a gas station? Slow down immediately.

But honestly? The strangest thing about Mississippi is how beautiful it gets when nobody’s expecting it.

Because hidden between all the chaos, you’ll find: • quiet rivers at sunset

• blues music drifting through small towns

• old diners with legendary food

• fireflies lighting up humid summer nights

• front porches during thunderstorms

• and pine forests so still they almost don’t feel real.

Mississippi doesn’t try to impress people loudly.

It just sits there: humid, mysterious, wildly stubborn, and somehow unforgettable once you’ve experienced it.

And honestly? That chaotic Southern energy feels extremely Mississippi.

Happy Mother's Day

Fav Outdoor Pastime

When it's not deer season, I'm hunting in the air for birds and taking pictures.

Dumb Stuff

Talking To Squirrels

 

Disappeared

My Hunting Licenses

Memories Aren't Made...

So true!

Wanted

Good Day

 So true!

Afterwards

 I did not write this - but WOW does it speak to my heart!!! Worth the read.

Barely had the day started and... it's already six in the evening.

Barely arrived on Monday, and it's already Friday.

... and the month is already over.

... and the year is almost over.

... and already 40, 50 or 60 years of our lives have passed.

... and we realise that we lost our parents, friends.

and we realise it's too late to go back...

So... Let's try, despite everything, to enjoy the remaining time...

Let's keep looking for activities that we like...

Let's put some colour in our grey...

Let's smile at the little things in life that put balm in our hearts.

And despite everything, we must continue to enjoy with serenity this time we have left. Let's try to eliminate the afters...

I'm doing it after...

I'll say after...

I'll think about it after...

We leave everything for later, like ′′ after ′′ is ours.

Because what we don't understand is that:

Afterwards, the coffee gets cold...

afterwards, priorities change...

Afterwards, the charm is broken...

afterwards, health passes...

Afterwards, the kids grow up...

Afterwards, parents get old...

Afterwards, promises are forgotten...

afterwards, the day becomes the night...

afterwards life ends...

And then it's often too late....

So... Let's leave nothing for later...

Because still waiting to see you later, we can lose the best moments,

the best experiences,

best friends,

the best family...

The day is today... The moment is now...

We are no longer at the age where we can afford to postpone what needs to be done right away.

So let's see if you have time to read this message and then share it.

Or maybe you'll leave it for... ′′ later "...

And you'll never share it....

What Makes It Matter

 So true!

Wildlife Overpass in Colorado

A major step forward in coexistence is taking shape in Colorado, where the largest wildlife overpass in North America now provides a safe path for animals to cross busy highways. Built over one of the state’s most traveled interstates, this structure helps species like elk, deer, and bears move freely across their natural migration routes—without the danger of high-speed traffic.

For years, this area was known for frequent and often deadly wildlife collisions, putting both animals and drivers at risk. By creating a dedicated crossing that feels like part of the landscape—complete with soil, native plants, and natural features—the overpass encourages animals to use it instinctively. Fencing along the roadway helps guide them toward the bridge, making the system more effective and safer for everyone.

This project reflects a thoughtful shift in how infrastructure can support both people and the natural world. Reconnecting habitats while reducing accidents shows what’s possible when design considers long-term balance. It’s a reminder that progress can include protection, not just expansion. What are your thoughts on projects like this that bring safety and nature together?

Awesome!

Liar

Happy "Heavenly" 68th Birthday, Rex

This is a picture of my hunting friend, Rex Dean Howell, and me taking a break during a workday at the famous Christmas Place Plantation Hunting Club on the edge of the MS Delta.  He is wearing a T-shirt that was given to him by my former step-daughter, Karen, and hubby Ron Whitmore, who owned Artisans Santa Fe art supplies in Santa Fe, NM.  He is proudly wearing it.  He died on January 31, 2021 (the last day of hunting season) and would have turned 68 today.  I miss our hunting and work days, which were so much fun.  I feel very fortunate to have known him, and I miss him, his family, and his hunting friends. 

Memory Hunting

When Men Were Men...

Smart Phones vs. Hunting

Guilty, As Charged

 

Hunting ~ Who I Am

Happy Valentine's Day

 

There's Some Truth to This

THERE'S SOME TRUTH TO THIS, but I prefer healthy, tasty venison to beef, pork, and most other meats you might name, per Marion Ray James.

A Hunt Based Only on Trophies

 So true!

In Memory of My Hunting Friend, Rex Dean Howell

A picture of my hunting friend, Rex Dean Howell, who died on January 31, 2021, taken by his son Spencer.  We were headed to the North Cornfield stand where his brother, Trent Howell, was bush hogging at the famous Christmas Place Plantation Hunting Club.  While we were headed there, I asked him how he found me, and he said it was on a hunting forum.  I had put my web address there, and he came and signed my guestbook on January 29, 2007, and the rest is history.  He is deeply missed by his family and hunting friends. 

Deer Camp Blog

The BEATLES "Birthday" song

Happy 85th Birthday to Me!

This little girl, me, turns 85 years old today! I'm a proud mother of 4 daughters, a son (deceased), 6 granddaughters, 3 grandsons, and 5 great-grandsons. So blessed to have lived this long and to enjoy my family that I love so much.

Happy Birthday to me!

One Shot

 

So true!

Happy 60th Birthday, Kathy!

 

On January 21, 1966, my daughter, Kathleen (Kathy) Love Boyd Day, was born at 4:21-½ in the morning. She is 60 years old today and the only daughter out of four, who is a deer hunter. In this picture, we were hunting at Homewood Hunting Club in Claiborne County, MS, back in the early ’20s. We have had some fantastic hunts together and made some great memories. I’m wishing Kathy a very Happy 60th Birthday today. Have a Blessed one, Kathy! I Love you, MOM xoxo

No Deer @ Campbell Swamp South of Town

I was invited to go with my granddaughter, Victoria, and hubby, Jamie, to hunt at Campbell Swamp.  I've heard of this place south of town all my life.  It was owned by the Anderson-Tully Company (Lumber Mill) years ago and was sold.  My former husband worked for ATCO as a personnel manager.  We had three places to hunt, but not here.  It was a pretty windy day, but a great place to hunt.

If this old deer stand could talk, I believe it would have a lot of hunting stories to tell.  It was to the left of the deer stand I was in.  

This was the deer stand I was in.  You could put at least 3 people in it.  I would have camouflaged it myself.

Looking out the front window with a wide view.  Moveable plexiglass was used for windows

Behind me.

To my right.

To my left.

It was full of dead wasps.

No deer, but I enjoyed being back in the woods again after two years of illnesses and hospital stays.  I have until the end of January to hunt here in Mississippi.  Until next time.

As the sun was setting, a cardinal came by to see me.  They say it is a belief that seeing a bright red cardinal is a divine message, often meaning a deceased loved one is visiting, a sign of hope, or a reminder that angels or God's presence is near.

Gone Hunting

I'm looking forward to going hunting this afternoon with my granddaughter, Victoria, and hubby, Jamie, for the first time in two years.  It has been two years of illnesses and hospital stays.  I'm so exited aabout getting into the woods.  If I don't see a deer, just being in the woods will give me a lot of joy.  Will post pictures of my hunt here.

Generation's That Will Never Come Back

 WE ARE THE GENERATION THAT WILL NEVER COME BACK 40s, 50s, & 60s

A generation that walked to school and then walked back

A generation that did their homework alone to get out asap to play in the street.

A generation that played spent all their free time on the street with their friends.

A generation that played hide and seek when it was dark

A generation carried wallets full of photos.

Today, our whole gallery lives in the cloud.

A generation that made mud cakes

A generation that collected sports cards

A generation that found, collected, and washed & returned empty Coke bottles to the local grocery store for 5 cents each, then bought a Mountain Dew and a candy bar with the money.

A generation that made paper toys with their bare hands.

A generation that bought vinyl albums to play on a record Player

A generation that collected photos and albums of clippings.

A generation that played board games and cards on rainy days.

A generation whose TV went off at midnight after playing the national anthem

A generation that had parents who were there

A generation that laughed under the covers in bed so parents didn't know we were still awake

A generation that is passing, and unfortunately, it will never return!!

I loved growing up when I did!