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Pompano Purists
Perhaps no fish off of the Louisiana coast is more of a mystery than the Florida pompano, especially considering the regard it holds in fine dining establishments across the nation.[…]
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Gleaning the Glades
Duck hunters throughout Louisiana were whining about the dearth of targets last year, and many had given up by the end of the first split.[…]
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Water, Water Everywhere
It was an early January morning, and a bright moon, two days past full, cast an eerie light across the swamp. A bitter North Louisiana cold snap had kept the temperature below freezing for several days, and now it was in the low 20s with a light north wind. […]
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Dandy Dozen
Officially, it’s designated the Biloxi Wildlife Management Area. Not because it’s anywhere near Biloxi, but because it’s owned by and leased from the Biloxi Marsh Corporation.[…]
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Southern Sac-A-Lait
Louisiana has its great and storied winter sac-a-lait fishing holes such as Saline-Larto and the Chicken Coop at Toledo Bend.[…]
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Cover: November 2003
If the deer won’t come to Marksville’s Allen Gaspard, he goes to them, and he’s had incredible success with the technique.[…]
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Super Fly
The din of the 90-horsepower Mercury had barely left my ears when I spied the first redfish while taking my place on the front deck.[…]
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Ducking for Cover
No matter one’s position on the organization, it’s impossible to deny that Ducks Unlimited has done a tremendous amount of good for waterfowl, and hunters who pursue them, across the North American continent.[…]
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Getting Goosed
A near perfect day for goose hunting was seemingly in store for us as we watched the Johnson grass buck in the stiff northerly wind. We were following the truck of one of Clint Matthew’s guides through the vast fields of long-ago harvested rice fields, almost tailgating so as not to lose him on the unfamiliar highways of the area around Kaplan.[…]
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Song Sung Blue
And here I thought “Shark Expert” Dr. Erich Ritter took the cake.[…]
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It Ain’t Rocket Science
Twelve-year-old Louis Rossignol Jr. hadn’t been in his box stand overlooking the foodplot for 10 minutes, and his heart was already in his throat. His eyes bugged. He didn’t breath; he gasped. His father — tense, eyes riveted — looked over his son’s shoulder.[…]
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Papa’s Ponds
On the chilly, early morning boat ride into the Lafitte marsh it dawned on me that summer was really over. I realized then that it was time to put away the shorts and T-shirts until next year, and break out the long sleeve shirts and jeans.[…]
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Different Ducks
Marsh duck hunting doesn’t consist of hundreds of decoys, big pit blinds and several callers talking to ducks at the same time.[…]
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Plenty of Pressure
The sound was almost frightening. A dark, crisp December morning suddenly shaken by a too-close neighbor blasting the air waves with a duck call. How in the world he got there in the first place without you noticing was bad enough, but now the hideous sounds of his amateurish calling guarantee that no birds will be taken here.[…]
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The Creeper
The hunter leaned against a tree, intently inspecting the surrounding woods and enjoying an apple.[…]
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Third’s a Charm
Back in the ’70s, there was a shampoo commercial with the punch line, “You’ll tell two friends, and they’ll tell two friends, and so on and so on.”[…]