In the days before levees channeled the Big Muddy, Oak River was a natural funnel for the mighty Mississippi. For centuries it was a conduit for fresh, muddy water, and silt and sediment gradually built up significant ridges that line Oak River to this day.[…]
The first time I met Bob Mitcham, he had so much fishing equipment it took a 25-foot step-in cargo van to haul it all around.[…]
There is a certain mentality I have that makes me want to roll over and pull the covers over my head on the exact morning I’ve been waiting on to get in the deer stand.[…]
They’re kind of like the short stop of your tackle box, only without all the glamor and star power. Indeed, grubs are a multi-talented category of soft plastics whose lack of fanfare starkly contrasts their versatility.[…]
You’ve heard of “controlled aggression.” Well, you can call this aggressive finesse.[…]
Don’t worry about extreme low tides and marsh-emptying north winds: Head to this collection of platforms to mop up on delectable sheepshead.[…]
Winter officially began on Dec. 21, and January and February are the peak winter months for the Bayou State. Mother Nature has lowered the thermostat, and the number of deer hunting days are dwindling.[…]
The hydraulics on the fork lift whined as it picked up the last pallet load of dead hogs.[…]
Four big, curious greenhead mallards broke off the flight pattern from a group of 20 or so high-flying ducks and circled high above the decoy spread.[…]
Every time I get a chance to chat with Warren Womack, I learn something new about deer hunting.[…]
There are some very famous walls in our world. For instance, there’s the Great Wall of China, a historical monument and one of the rare, still-extant wonders of the ancient world. It stretches out over a distance of 5,000 miles and took two millenniums to build.[…]
I’m always hesitant to vocalize that burping sound I hear so many television hunters make whenever they want to stop a deer.[…]
Forming agreements with neighboring hunters can produce great results, with plenty of does and more mature bucks to hunt.[…]
The air was so cold it felt like icicles stabbing my lungs every time I inhaled. The Wilkins gang was launching their surface-drive boat off the Red River levee into a 1,200-acre greentree reservoir on Richard K. Yancey Wildlife Mangement Area.[…]
“You gotta be outcha mind!”
Artie was stuck on his favorite quip. Any suggestion from anyone in Doc’s den that festive evening provoked it, as Artie rolled his eyes and grimaced in mock horror.[…]
The promise and optimism of the duck season had faded as fall transitioned into winter.[…]