Hopping the Tops
The promise of numbers of crappie rang in my head as I watched Garrett napping across the seats of the big Bass Cat.[…]
The promise of numbers of crappie rang in my head as I watched Garrett napping across the seats of the big Bass Cat.[…]
Bass can run but they can’t hide from a Teche area angler who stays on the water most of his waking hours.[…]
Venice was out of the question. Even Delacroix and Hopedale looked iffy. The dinner party was for 7 p.m., and I had to “help” get the house and yard presentable.[…]
The quarry had been spotted nearly an hour earlier, and the debate among crew members pertaining to its pursuit had transformed the helm of the sportfishing boat into a courtroom. All parties were experienced offshore anglers, and both sides had their opinions on the strategy of chasing shrimp trawlers in the deep waters off of Fourchon.[…]
According to Rule No. 4.2 of the Standardized World Rules for Pocket Billiards, all shots must be called.[…]
The morning had barely begun, but Capt. Troy Robichaux already was speeding across Lake Raccourci with one eye glued to his GPS.[…]
Two years of tough red snapper fishing have taken their toll on anglers who count the delectable dwellers of the deep among their favorites. Especially off of heavily pressured areas such as Grand Isle, offshore anglers are eager to use every advantage to land their share.[…]
Let’s face it: Plowing, soil testing, liming, fertilizing, planting and killing weeds to maintain a green field includes exhausting work and often great expense. A green field, like a two-edged sword, can and will attract and feed deer.[…]
The immense, steel-sided tanker slithered through the dense fog as it made its approach to the mouth of Southwest Pass.[…]
John DeBlieux had set out all but the short lines, which would go right in the prop wash.[…]
The wheels on the shiny black Explorer spun and squealed. The outboard on the Pro-Line roared. But nothing moved. Neither was budging on that backdown ramp. The pot-bellied guy at the boat’s wheel wouldn’t give up.[…]
Three anglers admired the all-too-uncommon spectacle of a gently rolling half-foot open Gulf swell at the same time they readied their long Carolina-rigged leaders in anticipation for the captain to give the OK to drop baits to the bottom.[…]
Capt. Eddie Adams (504-975-7902) met me at the Bonnabel Boat Launch just as daylight peeked over the eastern sky. I loaded my gear into his 22-foot Skeeter bay boat, and we headed toward Seabrook.[…]
The captain pointed toward a slight undulation on the surface. “Eleven o’clock,” Chuck Uzzle said. “Do you see it?”[…]
In his two books, The Helldivers Rodeo and The Hellpig Hunt, Louisiana Sportsman contributor Humberto Fontova makes a convincing case that the drive to harvest living creatures is still alive on some level in every human.[…]
Coming home empty-handed from an offshore trip is like digging a well but never finding water — the hard work can’t be justified.[…]