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Backwoods Bound Bullet Volume 20 - Issue 2

  Welcome to the February 2019 issue of The Bullet. There’s not much to talk about this month. It’s been brutally cold outside for most of us which has led to some good ice to fish through while out west the rains have come too late to help prevent wildfires. Let’s just hope Mother Nature saves some rain for the summer months when it will really be needed.

Have you noticed lately when you watch the news that there’s always one usually 3 or so stories about people being “outraged” about something someone said or did. That seems to be the new buzzword, “outraged”. I’m outraged they didn’t plow the snow off my street. I’m outraged that politicians have their heads up their butts except for the ones in my party. We’re outraged what So-and-so said. I’m outraged the wife cooked meatloaf again. In this ever increasing world of instant gratification where rumors, hearsay and “outrage” spread at the click of a button things are getting out of hand.

We have a thing called free speech that is guaranteed by our Constitution but do you really need to voice your opinion about everything that happens? Do you really care what someone did 30 or 40 years ago while in high school? Is it going to ruin your life knowing someone smoked pot while in college? Stole a comic from the drugstore when 7 years old? People change and aren’t always who they once were. We all have things in our past we’re embarrassed about and would rather not have everyone know. Are things that are said by Kanye West really affecting your day to day life? I highly doubt it so why get “outraged”? Relax and enjoy life. You should take seriously those things that make an impact on your immediate life and not worry about what someone said on the other side of the country. Just my opinion. I could be wrong. Don’t get “outraged”.

One last thing. Have you noticed how the news spends 5 minutes talking about the “outrage” and only briefly if at all about the people who agree with what was said or did at the end of the story? That outrages me! LOL!

Enough said. Let’s get to it. Enjoy issue number two hundred and twenty of The Bullet. Until next month, J. E. Burns, Editor-in-chief.

In this issue:

~ Backwoods Trivia
~ Recipe: Striper Nuggets
~ Article: Firewood Habitat
~ Recipe: Venison Burger Soup
~ Article: The Hunter's Peril
~ What's New
~ Candid CamShots
~ Recipe: Dove Marsala


BACKWOODS TRIVIA: See if you know the answer to this question sent in by Jason Winters.

Is actress Betty White older than sliced bread?

Find the answer at the end of this newsletter. Send your trivia questions to mail@backwoodsbound.com.



~ striper fillets, blood line removed
~ 1 – 2 eggs, beaten
~ pancake mix
~ oil for deep frying
~ Old Bay seasoning

* Cut the fillets into nuggets about 1" square.

* Heat the oil to 350 degrees.

* Dip the nuggets in the egg and then in the pancake mix.

* Add to the hot oil.

* Fry to a golden brown. Remove and drain on paper towels.

* Once a batch is done, place them in a bowl and sprinkle liberally with the Old Bay.

* Serve and enjoy while cooking another batch.

Thanks to Joe Iman for sharing this recipe. To see more fish recipes to try this spring, visit our site at www.backwoodsbound.com/zfish.html.

Remember to send your favorite recipe to mail@backwoodsbound.com. We'll post it on the site or use it in an upcoming issue of The Bullet.



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  LITTLE ROCK - For landowners who enjoy a nice fire in their hearth or woodstove, the best time of year to cut next winter’s supply of wood is during late winter. With a little extra thought to the resulting woodlands, this can also be a great time to add valuable wildlife habitat on the ground.

  Cutting trees for firewood is best done while the trees are dormant; the sap is concentrated in the roots, leaving the stem at its lowest moisture point of the year. Late winter cutting also allows an ideal amount of time for the firewood to season properly for the next winter.

  Choosing a few mature oaks and hickories to remove from the forest canopy not only offers excellent, high-heat-value firewood, but also allows sunlight to penetrate to the forest floor, spurring new growth.

  According to Marcus Asher, quail program coordinator for the Arkansas Game and Fish Commission, landowners should strive to allow at least 50 percent sunlight through to the forest floor to stimulate native grasses and ground cover for ground-nesting birds, such as northern bobwhite and wild turkeys. The new growth close to the ground also benefits many other wildlife species, such as deer, that will feed on the fresh browse at ground level throughout spring and summer when acorns and other hard mast have been eaten or rotted.

  Thinning the forest canopy also can create better growing conditions for the trees remaining in the stand. “Timber stand improvement can be used to ‘weed’ your forest similar to a garden,” Asher said. “Undesirable species such as hickory, elm, locust, hackberry, and cedar can be removed to give oaks more room to grow and produce more acorns.”

  A stand of oaks with closely spaced trunks may look healthy, but those trees are constantly competing for the same water, nutrients and sunlight. Removing some trees near your best producers will enable them to spread their branches and create even more hard mast in years to come.

  Cut cedars, sweetgums and other less desirable firewood species can be used to create brush piles on the property, which will provide valuable escape cover and bedding cover for many wildlife species, including ground-nesting birds, deer and rabbits. An adequately-sized brush pile should be around 1500 square feet and piling of tops and trunk should not be tight like you are going to burn it; instead it should be loosely placed to allow maneuverability of small game throughout the inside of the pile.

  "Man-made brush piles should be scattered throughout a field,” Asher said. “We always use the analogy of ‘softball-throwing distance,’ roughly 200 feet, between brush piles and cover. This gives quail, rabbits and other small species places to run to instead of being cornered in a single spot.”

  Combined with other practices, such as fall tilling, prescribed fire and encouraging native grasses over sod-forming exotic species, properly planned thinning of forests can greatly improve the value of land for a host of wildlife species.

  Material used with permission from Randy Zellers, Assistant Chief of Communications of the Arkansas Game and Fish Commission. Go to https://www.agfc.com for all information you’ll need about the outdoor adventures in Arkansas.



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FUN FACT:  The planet Venus takes about 243 Earth days to rotate once on its axis. It takes 225 Earth days to orbit the Sun. So a day is longer than a year on Venus. Also Venus rotates clockwise on its axis. All the other planets spin counter-clockwise.

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HUNTIN' TIP:  Now is a good time to get the ground tested in the areas you intend to plant spring food plots. Getting the soil tested will help determine the PH level and how much fertilizer you’ll need to apply. Doing the testing now gives the testing lab time to get you the results and for you to start planning.

Contact your county conservation office or the local farm bureau for more information on getting your soil tested.

Send your tips to: mail@backwoodsbound.com and we’ll post them on the site or use them in a future issue of The Bullet.


INTERESTING QUOTE: "Going to the woods is going home." – John Muir

 If you’ve seen or heard an interesting or humorous quote send it in and we'll post it next month. Send them to: mail@backwoodsbound.com.



~ 1/2 lb ground venison, no added pork or suet
~ 1 small onion, coarsely chopped
~ 1 qt beef broth
~ 3/4 cup V-8 juice
~ 1/4 cup red wine
~ 3 medium red potatoes, diced, skin on
~ 1 tbsp quick barley (optional)
~ 2 cups frozen mixed vegetables
~ handful of broken spaghetti or other pasta (optional)

* Brown venison and onion in a skillet. Do not drain and add to a large pot.

* Add beef broth, V-8 and wine. Stir together and bring to a boil.

* Add potatoes and barley. Bring to boil, reduce heat and simmer 22-25 minutes.

* Add vegetables and pasta. Simmer additional 8-10 minutes.

* Remove from heat, cover and let stand for an hour or so.

* Reheat to near boiling.

* Serve with crusty bread and enjoy.

"Serves 3 – 4 people. Double to serve more." - Lloyd

Another great recipe shared by our friend Lloyd Barnhart. For other deer recipe ideas, visit our site at www.backwoodsbound.com/zdeer.html.

Remember to send your favorite recipe to mail@backwoodsbound.com. We'll post it on the site or use it in an upcoming issue of The Bullet.



  I don’t believe in UFO conspiracy theories and the study I did of Project Bluebook files left me bored to death, but there is a phenomena that is real in America’s hunting woods and it seems primarily targeting hunters. I am not making this up, it is real and 60 Minutes and 20/20 have totally overlooked the significance of the phenomena’s existence! I write this today in hopes that I am not alone in cataloguing this clue to a higher power, a mystery that deserves to be answered and possibly revealing a hidden danger that each of us face as hunters in North America. Let me start this with an example.

  I hunt with a friend of mine I will call Kevin (His name actually is Kevin) and I can remember at least two times since we have hunted together in the past five years that Kevin entered the woods prepared to hunt Oklahoma Whitetail: a Winchester .308 rifle, blaze orange hat and vest, long sleeved camo sweatshirt and scent suppressant camo pants with water-proof boots, a grunt call hung around his neck. We parted ways at the truck, each of us heading to his respective stand with the hope of taking a trophy buck. Each time we have done this, nothing has marked the two times something happened as different or ominous.

  Yet, the results were the same. Around noon, Kevin would walk from the direction of his stand to the truck attired pretty much the same way he entered the woods, but with a sleeveless camo sweatshirt!!! That is right! His sleeves had disappeared all the way to his shoulders! I don’t mean they were just gone, but they had the look that someone had taken them off at the seam with a laser or a sharp instrument like a razor.

  The first time I brought this up I noticed his eyes dart away nervously, a scowl of some faintly remembered discomfort briefly flashing across his face. He tried to dismiss my observation nonchalantly claiming he often wore sleeveless shirts because as the sun came up the day grew warmer, but I told him I distinctly remembered him entering the woods with sleeves on his shirt. He was quiet, almost sullen when I brought it up later and I could see that it was not a subject that he would openly discuss with me, a friend of many years.

  Something had happened to my friend.

  Certain that Kevin had experienced an event that may have traumatized him, I was happy to see he was ready to hunt the next day with no seemingly ill effects. I did not bring up the disappearance of his shirt sleeves through lunch and during the evening hunt Kevin killed a nice doe. We dressed it quickly, Kevin letting me skin it as I am a little quicker than he is at skinning a deer as long as I have a sharp knife like Kevin’s and we checked it in at the local check station, stopping at one of the grills across the highway for a burger before going home.

  Some of the locals were old friends and we talked about the hunt and I decided that Kevin’s experience might be easier to handle if others had experienced similar events while in the hunting woods. I mentioned casually that Kevin had gone into the woods the day before with a long sleeve shirt and came out with a sleeveless shirt and the locals erupted in laughter. Kevin’s face turned red and he ducked his head, his eyes burning holes right through me. I was shocked by the local’s reaction to Kevin’s trauma and I quickly paid for dinner, mollifying my friend’s anger a bit at my seemingly indifference to his pain.

  As we drove home, he asked me not to mention it again in public. Deciding that his change in character warranted investigation I got out my old UFO encounter books, watched some of the Project Blue Book files and I came out with the only conclusion. Aliens had abducted Kevin. From all the tales I could find, it appeared that aliens preferred hunters and men accustomed to the rigors of the country life. For some reason aliens preferred the rough-hewn men of the woods over soft, slender runway models, professional athletes or even Republicans. Kevin’s aversion to explain what happened to him was natural from the drug-induced trance many of the people professed to being in when the aliens were doing their thing to them.

  Sadly, I also figured out why he was increasingly hostile. Aliens prefer a method of study known in scientific circles as anal probing. Kevin had gone on an everyday hunt, had gotten probed and then had his shirtsleeves swiped with little or no memory of the occurrence. Hell, he had not even seen a deer!

  It is important to remember Kevin was armed and not a single shot was fired the day his sleeves disappeared! This in itself suggests a power and technology above our own.

  I really felt bad about exposing this to the locals in my innocent attempt to bring solace to my friend.

  Thanksgiving is right in the middle of gun season in Oklahoma and Kevin was unable to hunt over the holiday weekend, but my friend Brentt from Texas was coming up. After buying the necessary tags, he said Kevin had mentioned that he had a good stand and Brentt was welcome to hunt in it. I was immediately faced with a dilemma! Do I tell him what happened to Kevin or do I keep my mouth shut?

  Based on the fact that aliens are normally not from our planet, I decided there was little chance of Brentt being accosted in the same manner Kevin had been earlier in the week. The first day’s hunt went well, Brentt had seen many deer, but opted to wait for something worth hanging on the wall. We had decided to camp out and we heated some chili I had made earlier in the week and kept on ice for supper that night. It was a nice night and we woke early, ready to hunt the holiday morning and then go to my house where my family was preparing Thanksgiving dinner.

  Brentt donned his orange vest; his long sleeve camo shirt remarkably like the one Kevin wore on that fateful day. We left the truck and I glanced at him, unknowingly picturing him in a way that would not be the same as he returned.

  Shortly after dawn I noticed a large 8-point trying to slip past my stand, angling across the flat bench I had been watching. A well-placed shot filled my tag and I walked back to the truck, unloading my 4 wheeler and retrieving the deer. I had hog dressed the deer when Brentt came stumbling from the woods, his face ashen as he held his gun in his left hand. His brow was beaded with perspiration, his eyes reddened as if he had had a major strain on his body. His orange vest was gone, but he appeared otherwise intact as I rushed to him.

  "What’s wrong?" I asked and he just shook his head, rolling his eyes. I took his rifle, ejecting the magazine from the receiver and the round from the chamber before putting it in the back seat of my truck.

  "I don’t feel right," he mumbled, climbing into the seat of my truck, facing out the door as he opened a bottle of water, drinking it with slow, long swallows that emptied the bottle in seconds.

  "What is wrong?" I asked.

  "I think it was the chili," Brentt said, obviously devising a cover for his confusion.

  "Where is your vest?" I asked, my eyes noting the now recognized reluctance in my friend’s eyes, the hesitant manner as he struggled to put vaguely remembered memories into words.

  "I . . . I’m not sure," he stammered, wincing gingerly as he swiveled on his buttocks to put his feet on the floorboard. I hastily averted my eyes as I observed the very evidence I needed to confirm my suspicions! Brentt had been abducted and the aliens took his vest! The deep painful wince on his face as he turned in my truck sadly confirmed that he too had been violated in the same heinous manner as Kevin.

 More savvy in the ways of handling the recently abducted, I did not pressure Brentt as he sat quietly, trying to gather his thoughts over the brain-numbing events that he tried so valiantly to piece together. A few times as we drove home he would lurch, hugging his stomach and moaning at some residual memory of his experience that the aliens had missed when erasing his mind of the occurrence.

  Brentt spent the holiday in bed, his nerves shot and his constitution divested of the amazing strength he had shown just the evening before in camp. The next morning he did not hunt, deciding through the night to go home after a fitful night of sleep.

  I did not hunt Friday; my doe tag lying unfilled on my kitchen table. Saturday morning I awoke before daylight and with a determination to set things right I strapped on my .44 Magnum pistol beneath my hunting coat and got the old .30-30 out of the gun cabinet.

  At daylight I was sitting in Kevin’s deer stand, my eyes watching a trail that followed the length of the bench and the intersection of another trail from below the hill. My hand remained close to my handgun, my eyes sharply on the lookout for aliens.

  By 10am I had seen two smallish bucks and a doe that never presented a shot that insured a clean kill and I was getting tired. Climbing down the ladder when my feet hit the ground my stomach cramped and I felt in my pack for my toilet paper. Grumbling to myself as I found that it was missing, I remembered my wife had used it on a fishing trip and obviously never put it back. I walked back towards the truck until I could almost see it when I finally doubled over with cramps. Drawing my knife and taking a big sigh, I stepped off the trail to take care of business.

 My wife giggled as I complained to her that one of the functions of a proper hunting or fishing partner is to always make sure there is toilet paper in the daypack. Lying in bed, a smoozy romance novel in her hands, she said, "So am I going to have to buy you a new pack of underwear?"

  "No, I have plenty," I replied, my face blushing. She was unmerciful when she got started.

 "Did you cut up another pair of underwear?"

  Biting my lip, I said, "Had too. Did not have anything else to use."

  "How about the sleeves on your shirt?"

 I got real quiet, my eyes squinting as I studied my wife anew. Everybody knows if you don’t have toilet paper in the woods that you cut off your underwear so no one knows your predicament. It is one of those things men know, that they don't have to be taught! My wife was from this area and as I thought about it I realized that I had not had any intentions of getting married when I met her 20 years ago. Her eyes seemed to glint in the light of the reading lamp beside the bed and I swallowed hard. Was it possible that the reason I had never been abducted was because I was married to one of the aliens?

  She laughed again at my silence and I realized that after 20 years of marriage that she knew how to tease me and she was no more an alien than I am. Besides, when she went to her sister’s house that night I went through every dresser drawer she had and I could not find a single sleeve or extra hunting vest, though I did find two pairs of shoes I didn’t know she had.

  My point is whatever causes this phenomena is still out there and the only way to protect yourself is to be aware, don’t hunt alone and if your partner SHOULD happen to stumble from the woods with no sleeves when he had sleeves before -- be sympathetic to his plight and his recent experience . If he seems a little grouchy just remember you would be too if a couple of little green men had just went home with pictures of your innards as a trophy!



  Winter is here and a hot bowl of chili will warm you up after being outside. Backwoods Bound Chili Seasoning Mix with its unique blend of herbs and spices makes a great pot of chili the family will love with NO added fillers or MSG!

  Backwoods Bound Chili Seasoning Mix also makes great dishes like tostadas, enchiladas, stuffed peppers, manicotti, Mexican lasagna and a killer jambalaya. We’ve had customers also use it as a marinade for beef and deer roasts. See our collection of great recipes at www.backwoodsbound.com/zchili.html.

  Enjoy at home or hunting camp in single pot packets or the triple value pack.

  Order your supply at www.backwoodsbound.com/chili.html.

  "Not too mild.... Not too hot.... Treat yourself and make a pot!"


FISHIN' TIP: “When fishing for flathead catfish use chicken liver or live bluegill for bait. These two are some of their favorite foods to eat.” - Michael Hindmarch

Send your tips to: mail@backwoodsbound.com and we’ll post them on the site or use them in a future issue of The Bullet.



  The New Year has started off pretty busy around here.

  After the polar vortex hit the country last week, people got the urge for a warm, hearty meal and orders for our Backwoods Bound Chili Seasoning heated up. We’ve had to reorder supplies sooner than normal and that’s a god thing. Order your supply at http://www.backwoodsbound.com/chili.html and see all of the recipes we have at http://www.backwoodsbound.com/zchili.html.

 Orders for our After The Shot Trophy Plaques continue to come in daily keeping the boys in the shop busy. It’s been a chore keeping the shop warm lately but that hasn’t stopped plaques for Missouri, Michigan and Arkansas from going out. Shoulder mount plaques for Illinois and Ohio are getting to ship out with several more on the schedule. There are also some special designs in the works. Go to www.backwoodsbound.com/ats.html for all the information on our line of After The Shot Trophy Plaques.

  Still needing your stuff for the upcoming winter issues! Everything is needed from recipes to trail camera pictures to hunting stories! Send all of your stuff in now so we can sort through it and get things lines up. Send everything to mail@backwoodsbound.com. Thanks and we look forward to getting them.



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  Randy Rogers sent in this picture. It’s not often you’re able to get a picture like this. Thanks Randy!

Buck Jumping Fence

Send your trail camera or outdoor pictures to mail@backwoodsbound.com.



~ 16 dove breasts, boneless and skinless
~ 4 cups white rice, uncooked
~ 1/2 stick butter
~ lemon juice
~ salt and pepper
~ Mrs. Dash seasoning, table blend or your favorite herbs
~ 1 lb fresh mushrooms, cut in half
~ 1 medium onion, chopped
~ 2 cups Marsala wine

* Sauté the rice in the butter over medium heat until a light brown color.

* Place rice in a casserole dish and place breasts on top.

* Sprinkle meat with lemon juice.

* Place the mushrooms and onions around the meat.

* Season everything to taste with the salt, pepper and Mrs. Dash.

* Pour the wine over the meat and rice.

* Bake at 350 degrees for 30 – 40 minutes or until the rice is fluffy and the breasts are cooked through.

* Serve and enjoy.

Thanks to Duffy B. for sending this recipe. To see more dove recipes go to www.backwoodsbound.com/zdove.html.

Send your favorite recipe to mail@backwoodsbound.com and we'll post it on the site or use it in an upcoming issue of The Bullet


ANSWER TO BACKWOODS TRIVIA: Betty White was born on January 17, 1922. Sliced bread hit the market six years later on July 7, 1928 which makes Betty older than sliced bread.


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