Cover: April 2006-Fishing
The Wax Lake area is like a gift to Louisiana’s bass anglers.[…]
The Wax Lake area is like a gift to Louisiana’s bass anglers.[…]
Real fishing heroes aren’t made at the Bassmasters Classic or the FLW Championship. Real fishing heroes are made on ponds, lakes and creeks all across the United States every day as parents and grandparents take a kid on their first fishing trip.[…]
They’ve had a bird’s eye view of the good and bad. They’ve seen Native Americans cracking mussel shells before Henry Shreve even thought about cracking up the logjam on the Red River.[…]
I’ve done a bit of snooping around the Louisiana High School Athletic Association records, and quite frankly, I’m a tad disappointed. […]
When it comes to game birds, the wild turkey has no rival. Like nothing else in nature, the reluctant fliers are respected, admired and cursed by hunters from sea to shining sea.[…]
No one will ever convince me that there is a tougher game animal on the North American continent than the Eastern wild turkey.[…]
April signals the arrival of many spring traditions across Louisiana — among them Jazz Fest, crawfish boils and strawberries.[…]
Fog wrapped up the Mississippi River passes as sunlight slowly beat back the darkness. And so we sat at Venice Marina, chatting and watching workers repair hurricane damage to the facility.[…]
Hurricanes Katrina and Rita put trout fishing on hold across much of the state, but once anglers were able to get back on the water, success harkened back to days of yore when limits came fast and furious and competition from other anglers was almost nil.[…]
Those fish aren’t gonna hit that plastic,” my fishing buddy said emphatically more than a decade ago.[…]
The wind whipped across Toledo Bend the day after a front passed, and Joe Joslin wasn’t look forward to running north from his camp to the relative protection of Six Mile Creek.[…]
The first thing that stood out to me was just how clear the water was. I mean, this was Lake Pontchartrain — post Katrina.[…]
Hear that? That’s the sound of millions of bass moving to the beds.[…]
Kirk Stansel was worried when he finally made it back to his lodge after Hurricane Rita tore through Southwest Louisiana in September.[…]
Time travel is a scary proposition.
For one thing, you never know if the portal you slide down is two ways. I mean, really, when you’re vaporized from one era and reconstructed in another, is there any guarantee you’ll be able to get back to where you started?[…]
It was still dark in the pre-dawn hours of a Thursday morning when I shook hands with Capt. Chad Dufrene and we sat down for breakfast at Rose’s Café in Golden Meadow.[…]