Wading Wonderland — Wade-fishing tips for Big Lake, Sabine Lake specks
You won’t find too many speckled trout anglers who like wind. Wind muddies the water. Wind makes even simple things more difficult.[…]
You won’t find too many speckled trout anglers who like wind. Wind muddies the water. Wind makes even simple things more difficult.[…]
Seeing is believing, but you’d better believe that too much of a good thing — namely, sunlight — can make it tough for you to see what you’re seeking.[…]
He made catching sac-a-lait from Lake Henderson look like taking candy from a baby. It was like watching a hybrid between a robot and a ballet dancer at work. No moves were wasted; everything seemed programmed.[…]
Twelve-year-old Dane Humbles tightened his grip on the shotgun and sighted down the barrel as the big gobbler closed the distance in a quick trot.[…]
April is here at last—time for any red-blooded coastal fisherman to start thinking about the fish.
The fish?[…]
When bass move shallow to make the next generation can be a time of great opportunity or a time of great frustration.[…]
If there has ever been a colder winter at Toledo Bend, Bassmaster Elite Series pro Dennis Tietje cannot remember it.[…]
Half-ounce Rat-L-Traps were about as rare from Alexandria west to Toledo Bend last month as a Republican at an Obama rally.[…]
The trout season is kicking off and bass should be on their spawning beds this month.[…]
The trout season is kicking off and bass should be on their spawning beds this month.[…]
They haven’t invented any new fish that we’re aware of, but the fishing industry never lets us down in terms of new products to help us catch all those fish that we know and love.[…]
Any chef worth his salt understands the phrase mice en place, which means “everything in its place.”[…]
Marty LaCoste likes things a little quiet.
According to my son, it’s so he can whisper to the fish exactly what he wants them to do.[…]
The huge, scaly beast — its massive body partially supported by the water — swim-crawled its way along the soft, mucky bottom. Its bear-like, long, black claws stirred up clouds of half-decayed vegetation and silt.[…]
My return to turkey hunting after a 15-year hiatus was truly haphazard.[…]
One hundred-thirty years of experience.
That’s what my friend Dirk Matherne, no spring chicken himself at 58, had fixed me up with. It was a little intimidating, listening to the two silver-maned old lions comparing notes with Mike Adams, a Raceland dentist and Lake Boeuf lover. […]