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A NOTE FROM THE FOUNDER OF TROPHY CLUB OUTFITTERS

 

My professional guides and I limit our properties to 8-10 hunters per week so that stands will not get over-hunted.  As the CEO and Founder of Trophy Club Outfitters, I will do everything possible to make your hunt an experience that you will never forget. 

 

My full-time profession is owner of a successful home-improvement business.  It is my passion to be a World Class Outfitter and it’s my commitment to Deer Management that fuels my FIRE!  I'm flexible within reason and willing to work with anyone seeking a 125" or greater.  Please send me your e-mail address at trophycluboutfitters@hotmail.com so we can send you our current buck pictures taken from our many trail cameras today!

Neil Masten, Founder and CEO

 

LETTERS: Robbie Hadley harvested his first deer during late muzzleloader season, and so did grandpa, read  the testimonial and see what Bob Herman had to say…

 

Dear Neil,

 

My ten year old grandson (Robbie Hadley) and I recently hunted on your property and had a wonderful experience!  It was a great day for a hunt.  We were in the stand for less than twenty minutes when a nice, fat buck came walking by at seventy-five yards.  My grandson took the shot, and the deer went only twenty yards before it dropped.  The fifty-caliber Knight Muzzleloader found its mark and that was (Robbie's) FIRST deer.

 

 

 

Less than thirty minutes later on the same trail in the cornfield, came another well-fed deer.  At the boom of the fifty-four caliber, we had filled the freezer with venison for the winter.  This made all the grandchildren happy because they love venison summer sausage.  The stand was placed perfect.  Trophy Club Outfitters did a great job.

 

Thank you for making this a memorable experience for us both.

 

Sincerely,

Bob Herman and Robbie

 

Justin Elkins wrote a nice article that will be featured in Southern Trophy Hunter magazine.  Read on to get a first hand experience of what Trophy Club Outfitters is all about.

 

I had a great time in Indy, the country-side and lifestyles are beautiful. The habitat is absolutely phenomenal! I loved it every bit and will be going back again the following year!

 

Were do I start? The first day I got there I met up with Neil Masten of Trophy Club, there are two words that well describe Neil and his family and…what he has going on up there! The best! TOP NOTCH!! I toured the property and even got to hunt an extra sitting! That evening I had four does and two bucks come off a ridge at last light and meander around, just out of range! The very next morning I awoke to the sound of Neil betting on my window with hot brewed coffee waiting on me. We talked on the way there and went and checked some coyote traps he had set the evening before, upon my disbelief there was a large adult (alpha male) coyote there.  We did what we had to get done and rushed off to the tree stand. The first day he sat me way the back in the middle of no where and I was kind of like, “why is there a stand here?” Not much to look at, but pretty, and all of a sudden the show started! Two does came right under me and left and I thought “here we go” not ten minutes later a nice “Florida shooter” came stomping in like a gated horse, right up a does rear end! My heart was on fire and in my throat, but that’s not all, a whopper shooter came out from his hidey hole about 75 yards down range and disappeared! By the time this had happened it was already 12 o’clock, wow how time fly’s when you’re having “FUN”.

 

That night I went to another location with some awesome hills and gullies, heck one side of the stand was a good 20+/- feet off the ground the other was 60! It is truly a magical place. Bucks and does are all I’d seen for the next three days, and had a whopper 130” 8 point slip up on me and walk right out of my heart, WOW! Halloween was upon us and the deer were not spooked! The rut seamed to be in full swing for some and just getting started for the others. It was something else to go and see this, being from central Florida and having such a sporadic rut due to over population of our doe heard, you don’t truly get to see this on management area property, unless you own a place of your own, and keep mother nature in check. I heavily recommend anyone who thinks deer “rut” is only on those Primos boys TV show, to go check it out in person!

 

Now let me tell y’all about the day that “he” fell down! It was 29 degrees and there was ice on the ground, it was beautiful! I went to a spot were Neil and I found these HUGE hook-ins; these hook-ins on the trees were as big as my thighs, no joke, big buck! There was an angry deer in there and he meant business. So I’m sitting there and I’m listing to these huge squirrels and I hear one leaf crack and all of a sudden this 175 lb doe comes crashing in and all I see is a nice big 10 pt. on her butt so hard he was pushing her like a wheel barrel, back end off the ground and his face was buried up! They stopped thanks to the stinks #69 bombs we had hung that morning, it stopped her, not him. She is what stopped him, ha-ha. They turned and went to run back out the way they run in! I drew and lined up and let him have it! He busted up in the air and stopped, looking down at himself and thinking, “this ain’t good.” I was breathing so hard the trees were blowing to and fro. He left my sight, and I ran the mile, back to deer camp to get Neil, but he was out getting more yotes. I called and he said, “Stay there and we’ll give him time and then go look at the arrow.” So we waited two hours and went looking for him, at first we found very good blood for a ways, and we jumped him up and he disappeared again. We let him lay for two more hours and went at it again, we found blood for a good ways across a corn field and then it died in a shin deep creek. We searched for what felt like for ever, and we had highs and lows, jokes kept morale high but near dark I was truly sad. I would have rather wrapped my Bowtech around a tree trunk than to have poorly shot ANY deer. At 5 o’clock I jumped him again and the feeling was strange, “he’s still alive, how long will he live?” “Take him down out of the pain Lord,” it was SO hard to watch my deer walk away from me like that twice.

 

At the least, it was hard to sleep that night, and I prayed, prayed, and prayed more! The next morning Neil dropped me off at were I’d seen him last. Neil and his friend went down the road and back up the other side of the gully, to meet in the middle somewhere, but they didn’t get far, because not far across the creek were I lost him I found blood and a huge 8 point. The deer stood up and all I could think was count 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8, and again 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8.  Wait a minute, I shot a 10 point, I think, no I know. The old 8 jumped out of sight.  I called Neil and waited for him. Then a 4pt ran across the stream, with Neil behind him by 2 minutes. We started looking at the blood and figured that it was last nights, and started to walk it, and just like that there he was, not 20 yards from were I jumped him the night before. WOW, the chase was finally over, my hunt ended with a new experience that I’ll never forget. I learned a couple of things, if you make an unknown shot with any weapon but you know you made a hit, WAIT, WAIT, WAIT, its not worth it to run him out of your life for good due to impatience. Thanks to Neil and Trophy Club Outfitters of Greencastle, IN.

 

Justin S. Elkins