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The Journal of the Texas Trophy Hunters

The Journal of the Texas Trophy Hunters

November/December 2020

The Journal of the Texas Trophy Hunters offers the latest news and information on Texas whitetail and North American game from professional writers uniquely combined with first-hand hunting experiences from its members! Each issue provides product information for archery, firearms and all of the latest hunting gear.

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Texas Trophy Hunters Association
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1 minuti
gearing up for winter fishing

Fishing during the fall and winter for saltwater outings is certainly much different than during the spring and summer, so anglers should plan accordingly. A pair of stocking-foot chest waders and good boots are vital when wade fishing for big speckled trout and redfish in notable locales including Baffin Bay. Simms, Orvis and Frogg Toggs all make good wading products, with the latter being more economical. When preparing for a winter trip, focus on layering underneath your waders and using clothing that wicks away moisture. The worst thing you can do is put on multiple layers that get you sweaty and can chill you out more in the long run. If you’re specifically targeting big speckled trout, focus on using larger baits imitating mullet and other bait fish. Once specks get past…

5 minuti
trophy does turn me on

It was early October 1970, and young Ted was once again up a tree, with hope throttling eternal. I had already been bowhunting like a madman for nearly 20 years, following my dear old bowhunting dad, yew longbow and cedar arrows in hand, through the state and national forests of Northern Michigan each fall since I could walk. But alas, not only backstrap-less, but not a single bowshot to be had at a whitetail deer in all those years. Yet here I was, back at it, gung-ho, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, as eager as ever to figure out how to ambush and waylay one of these mythical beasts with a sharp stick. And finally, on this stunning fall afternoon, like an apparition from the dark forest, she appeared. I remember holding my…

6 minuti
junior trophy hunters corner

The North Llano As I sat in total darkness listening to the South Llano River rumble low as it flowed over the shallow rocks, I waited for the morning sun to peer over the canyon wall. The first light would allow me to see a few of the many animals that wander this incredible river valley. This very wild country has so many canyons and pockets of dense brush to hide all of the free ranging whitetail, turkeys, axis, aoudad, hogs and predators that roam up and down the lush river banks. I sat with a couple kids from our Christian Outdoor Alliance summer camps in a brush blind, waiting to see a herd of aoudad we left behind the evening before. We had made our half-mile walk through the river…

8 minuti
rough country mule deer

The sun illuminated the steep canyon walls. The north wind cut through my high-tech clothes like a knife. My face was red, cold and chapped. My breath came in puffs of smoke in the frosty air as I adjusted the dial on my spotting scope. Stepping out of the dark shadows and into the slanting morning light was a blocky form under a big rack. Through the spotting scope I recognized the buck as one I’d seen the previous two seasons. This year, his rack added a couple fish hook-shaped kickers on the right side. He was following two does. Even from the 300 yards that separated us, he had me pegged on the exposed mesa. He stared as I cranked off a few photos with my long-lensed camera. After one tense…

6 minuti
what happened to the hunt?

“You hunted in a tree? Sitting on the ground?” 16-year-old Kyle asked. “What are cow pens and pump houses? How could you hunt seeing only one direction?” Sitting in a comfortable 10x10 elevated stand scanning 100 acres 360 degrees, Kyle acted incredulous. I’d merely stated how 45 years ago, I hunted sitting cross-legged on plywood nailed in a giant live oak tree’s forked limbs or sitting on the ground at its base. I also hid inside cattle working pens or an irrigation well hut to hunt deer. Few hunters had manufactured stands back then. A simple wooden box, possibly open on top, was high class. It had no window panes, but maybe an open doorway. Blinds today come in various sizes and elevations with stairways, tinted windows, and carpeting. They’re mounted on…

7 minuti
birds of a feather flock together

The idiom, “Birds of a feather flock together,” came from as far back as Plato in 380 B.C., and has been used in the English language to denote that “People of the same sort or with the same tastes and interests will be found together,” as quoted from William Turner, 1545. Deer hunters can be defined by this idiom. Quite often, unusual things that occur in one’s youth are remembered for a lifetime. One such occurrence from my first deer hunt comes back to mind. In 1949, there were no deer in Bowie County. I was 16 and stayed in the flat-woods near Hooks, hunting anything that ran, flew, or crawled. My friend, Bud Woodley, was several years older, and he, too, was a devout hunter of squirrels, quail, doves, and…