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!
The 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.
We 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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