Outside In — A deer-hunting tactic you never thought of
For about 10 years, I haven’t been able to shake the feeling that I was doing something wrong.[…]
For about 10 years, I haven’t been able to shake the feeling that I was doing something wrong.[…]
The long wait is finally over and it’s time to hit the woods. Learn everything you need to know to put a deer on the ground.[…]
I could tell he was getting a little impatient. Capt. Ross Montet knew there were loads of speckled trout in the warm shallows skirting Breton Island.[…]
When I was a kid, a big lie was called a “humdinger,” as in “That Billy Bob shore tole a humdinger!” […]
September is a time of high tides and flooded marshes, but that doesn’t mean you should stay home when teal season opens.[…]
The small field behind my house that I remember being full of Washington Parish watermelons when I was young had been lying fallow over 15 years. […]
Deer season is almost here, and it’s time to start deciding on your stand for opening day.[…]
September can be a stressful month. We’re in the peak month for tropical activity — a fact that keeps most of us glued to the daily weather forecasts, and a significant stress producer in itself.[…]
As excited as public-land hunters must be as the 2016-17 hunting seasons approach, there were some anxious moments over the winter and into late spring as floodwaters inundated some of the wildlife management areas.[…]
Those wiggly, slimy, little silver fish just do something to a person. […]
There is no debate that the best bucks killed each year in the Bayou State are taken during the rut. And, since the rut is your best time to tag a buck, now is the time to start planning hunts and understanding when the rut occurs.[…]
The key to summertime crappie fishing is catching your limit and getting off the water before the blast furnace really kicks in. And this angler knows how.[…]
The cork slowly went under.
I knew it was a crappie: It didn’t swim off like a bass, twitch like a bream or disappear with a snap like a catfish.[…]
Gary Abernathy was sure he saw a fish move off the tip of a grassy point on the south side of a little cut between islands.[…]
“And all my rowdy friends have settled down!” Artie yelled while making his grand entrance through the back door to Doc’s Shell Beach camp, which was strangely dark and quiet.[…]
This goes down as one of my very best summers — ever.
June came in with intense heat and sweltering humidity, and an abundance of speckled trout. At least it did where I was fishing — in and around Bay Eloi.[…]