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    Tell us about the one that got away, or the record breaking rack that slipped by. Better yet, how about the one brought home that no one will believe. This is a reader driven blog. We want to know your great hunting and fishing stories. Maybe it's funny. Maybe sad. Maybe it's about how things used to be. This is the place to reminisce and share those stories that only your buddies who were there will believe.
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    2009 Holiday Wishes…

    Posted By admin on December 22, 2009

    Wishing all fellow hunters and anglers a joyful, peaceful and safe holiday season. 2009 was another year full of hunting and fishing memories to cherish and record. 2010 looks to be a very exciting year here at Davis J. Hennes, the parent company of the Rod and Rifle Rag. Here is to making 2010 a successful year in your life and in harvesting game!

    Davis J. Hennes, LLC

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    So close you could feel the heat and breeze…

    Posted By CRUSTY on November 12, 2009

    The MN Whitetail Deer Hunting Opener is one of my, and fellow hunters, favorite time of year. A time to spend with friends, family and the outdoors. Whether or not a deer is harvested by myself, I still enjoy it. The peacefulness of being in your stand solo, the crisp morning air, the warmness felt by sunshine in the afternoon, the time spent dwelling in the years events and the anticipation of seeing a Whitetail Deer is enough to bring anyone back. This year was another one to cherish and journal!
    DSC04044.JPGThe opening morning was a clear and comfortable one. The walk into our stands, a family party of five, was as quiet as I can remember. The stillness was one that left your ears ringing in silence. As we each went our separate ways to our deer stands, each telling one another good luck, I felt the excitement between us. I climbed into my stand and got comfy. The shots around us started like a timely event, with the light of day growing. The birds started chirping, along with the other creatures of the forest waking, with the rising of the sun.
    Our deer stands our within close proximity to each other. The shot that my brother fired at a little after 8am made me jump in my deer stand. It brought my attention up a notch in hopes of maybe seeing a whitetail deer that got spooked and would come in my direction. After waiting awhile, I crept down from my deer stand and headed over to investigate his shot. I came upon my two brothers and dad standing over a large Doe. As I talked to them and congratulated my brother, I noticed the fatal shot location of the Doe. Wow…a neck shot at 75-80 yards, somewhat luck (sorry bro) but none the less effective. My Dad and brother started to field dress the Doe, I left to go back to my deer stand. The rest of the morning was quiet for us with nothing seen.
    DSC04042.JPGWe enjoyed lunch together, reminiscing about years past Whitetail Deer Hunting. The afternoon went quickly with the time to meet and leave for the day upon us. We met where the Doe lay and started to talk about the dragging out process. My two brothers went to get the “T-Bone Stretcher”, a brilliant invention by my older brother that will be incorporated on the Rod & Rifle Rag website in the future. My dad and I were talking when he whispered “Steve…Steve…”, I turned to look at him, noticed the size and direction of his eyes. I turned slowly in that direction and picked up a Doe with her head down about 30 yards from us. Now, I am roughly four feet to his right between him and the Doe. KAAABBBOOOOOMMM…..NNNNNNNNNN, thats what was happening in my left ear! I barely heard him say, “you ok Steve” with my quiet reply of “ya”. I raised my head up to see him quickly going toward the Doe, successful harvest.
    We enjoyed the time getting both Doe’s out and into my brothers truck. Traditionally we stopped at KC’s on the way home to enjoy some cold beverages and warm camaraderie.

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    Roping a Deer – Sounds like a good idea!

    Posted By admin on November 2, 2009

    This post is from a link that was tweeted to me by DetNewsOutdoors, a good follow.  I do not know who the original author is or the validity of the story.  This is the original link that was sent to me.

    ROPING A DEER
    Author unknown – probably for good reason

    I had this idea that I could rope a deer, put it in a stall, feed it up on corn for a couple of weeks, then kill it and eat it. The first step in this adventure was getting a deer.

    I figured that, since they congregate at my cattle feeder and do not seem to have much fear of me when we are there (a bold one will sometimes come right up and sniff at the bags of feed while I am in the back of the truck not 4 feet away), it should not be difficult to rope one, get up to it and toss a bag over its head (to calm it down) then hog tie it and transport it home.

    I filled the cattle feeder then hid down at the end with my rope. The cattle, having seen the roping thing before, stayed well back. They were not having any of it. After about 20 minutes, my deer showed up– 3 of them. I picked out a likely looking one, stepped out from the end of the feeder, and threw my rope. The deer just stood there and stared at me. I wrapped the rope around my waist and twisted the end so I would have a good hold.

    The deer still just stood and stared at me, but you could tell it was mildly concerned about the whole rope situation. I took a step towards it, it took a step away. I put a little tension on the rope … and then received an education. The first thing that I learned is that, while a deer may just stand there looking at you funny while you rope it, they are spurred to action when you start pulling on that rope.

    That deer EXPLODED. The second thing I learned is that pound for pound, a deer is a LOT stronger than a cow or a colt. A cow or a colt in that weight range I could fight down with a rope and with some dignity. A deer– no chance.

    That thing ran and bucked and twisted and pulled. There was no controlling it and certainly no getting close to it. As it jerked me off my feet and started dragging me across the ground, it occurred to me that having a deer on a rope was not nearly as good an idea as I had originally imagined. The only upside is that they do not have as much stamina as many other animals.

    A brief 10 minutes later, it was tired and not nearly as quick to jerk me off my feet and drag me when I managed to get up. It took me a few minutes to realize this, since I was mostly blinded by the blood flowing out of the big gash in my head. At that point, I had lost my taste for corn-fed venison.. I just wanted to get that devil creature off the end of that rope.

    I figured if I just let it go with the rope hanging around its neck, it would likely die slow and painfully somewhere. At the time, there was no love at all between me and that deer. At that moment, I hated the thing, and I would venture a guess that the feeling was mutual. Despite the gash in my head and the several large knots where I had cleverly arrested the deer’s momentum by bracing my head against various large rocks as it dragged me across the ground, I could still think clearly enough to recognize that there was a small chance that I shared some tiny amount of responsibility for the situation we were in. I didn’t want the deer to have to suffer a slow death, so I managed to get it lined back up in between my truck and the feeder – a little trap I had set before hand…kind of like a squeeze chute. I got it to back in there and I started moving up so I could get my rope back.

    Did you know that deer bite?

    They do! I never in a million years would have thought that a deer would bite somebody, so I was very surprised when … I reached up there to grab that rope and the deer grabbed hold of my wrist. Now, when a deer bites you, it is not like being bit by a horse where they just bite you and then let go. A deer bites you and shakes its head–almost like a pit bull. They bite HARD and it hurts.

    The proper thing to do when a deer bites you is probably to freeze and draw back slowly. I tried screaming and shaking instead. My method was ineffective.

    It seems like the deer was biting and shaking for several minutes, but it was likely only several seconds. I, being smarter than a deer (though you may be questioning that claim by now), tricked it. While I kept it busy tearing the tendons out of my right arm, I reached up with my left hand and pulled that rope loose.

    That was when I got my final lesson in deer behavior for the day.

    Deer will strike at you with their front feet. They rear right up on their back feet and strike right about head and shoulder level, and their hooves are surprisingly sharp. I learned a long time ago that,
    when an animal –like a horse –strikes at you with their hooves and you can’t get away easily, the best thing to do is try to make a loud noise and make an aggressive move towards the animal. This will usually cause them to back down a bit so you can escape.

    This was not a horse. This was a deer, so obviously, such trickery would not work. In the course of a millisecond, I devised a different strategy. I screamed like a woman and tried to turn and run. The reason I had always been told NOT to try to turn and run from a horse that paws at you is that there is a good chance that it will hit you in the back of the head. Deer may not be so different from horses after all, besides being twice as strong and 3 times as evil, because the second I turned to run, it hit me right in the back of the head and knocked me down.

    Now, when a deer paws at you and knocks you down, it does not immediately leave. I suspect it does not recognize that the danger has passed. What they do instead is paw your back and jump up and down on you while you are laying there crying like a little girl and covering your head.

    I finally managed to crawl under the truck and the deer went away. So now I know why when people go deer hunting they bring a rifle with a scope to sort of even the odds.

    All these events are true so help me God… An Educated Rancher

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    Franchi Shotgun Opener

    Posted By Guest Poster on September 22, 2009

    Boner92009.JPGOver the past three years my older brother, Boner, has came up to my place around my birthday to celebrate with me by shooting some clay pigeons and sighting in our deer rifles. This year was a blast as usual.
    We talked earlier in the week, finalizing our plan. He hinted around that he had been looking at new shotguns and couldn’t believe how much they were, he’s kinda tight. I knew what he meant as I had bought one last year, used though and I am kinda tight also. So, imagine my surprise when he showed up at my place to unveil a new Franchi, Italian, semi-auto shotgun. What a nice gun and off we went to break it in.
    We arrived at our normal shooting gravel pit in a MN state forest and got set up. A beautiful September day, partly sunny with a slight south breeze and around 70 degrees. We started with sighting in our deer rifles. Our shots were consistent and he beat me in our final shoot off by a 1/8″. On to the fun stuff, clay pigeons. I thought it would be appropriate to have him shoot and me throw first, give this Italian stallion shotgun a chance to prove itself. Sure as (you know), first clay he smoked it. After that he had a drought for awhile. We alternated shooting and throwing. He was still in his drought when we talked about switching shotguns to see how they each shot. He grabbed my Remington, American, shotgun and stepped up by taking three out of five clays. I didn’t do as well with the Italian gun by only going one out of five. We were down to only four clays after starting with a case of ninety. In our final clay pigeon shoot off I redeemed myself from the deer rifle final shoot off and took him down. After nearly four hours of being there, it was time to leave.
    We went back to my house and had some burgers and beers, talking about the day and the hunting trips coming up. What a way to spend a day, Thanks Boner!

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    Shooting by committee

    Posted By Guest Poster on September 22, 2009

    One fine fall day in mid-season we decided it was time to leave the cabin and make an attempt at a deer drive. Standers were assigned their spots and four of “the brothers” started down the field road to get to the other end of the woods and start the drive. We had only gone a short distance when brother Tom whispered, “deer!”. Sure enough, 120 yards down, a nice doe was eating acorns under an oak tree right on the side of the road. We were caught in the open with nowhere to hide, but the deer seemed totally unaware of our presence. After a quickly convened family meeting it was decided that brother Glen, the youngest, should do the shooting. Glen took careful aim and let fly with a round from his .308. The dirt kicked up at the deer’s feet,but it continued to eat, oblivious to the commotion down the road. “Higher” someone whispered. Glen fired another round and managed to trim a branch right over the deer’s head. “Lower” was the unanimous verdict on that shot. And so it continued, brothers offering advice and Glen spraying lead to all points of the compass. Eventually he ran out of ammo so Tom offered his gun and the circus continued. Through all this commotion the deer was totally unconcerned, obviously word of the Virnig gang’s marksmanship had previously reached the wildlife community. After approximately 15 non-lethal shots the doe appeared perturbed at the interruption of it’s lunch hour and wandered off. Later in the day we ran into a neighboring party. They asked us how many deer were in the herd we were shooting at around noon. We just cast a knowing glance at each other and kept silent. Family honor was at stake.

    Happy Birthday Steve!

    Mike and RoseAnn

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