I’m not interested in growing giant, trophy bucks because — everybody repeat in unison — you can’t eat horns. However, I am interested in having a healthy population of deer on my meager Washington Parish property.[…]
Ira Patureau thought outside the box to kill this post-rut buck in Assumption Parish.[…]
At the end of day six, when the good Lord passed a final glance over all of his creation, a wink and a smile must have went out to the diminutive woodcock.[…]
O.K., answer me this: How many of those brochures in hotel lobbies in the French Quarter beckon you to embark on a charming tour of a “5-year-old pure-pine plantation?” Or a picturesque tour of a “10-year clear-cut timber tract?”[…]
What exactly are those big bucks doing during the rutting phase? Find out in this issue.[…]
My buddy Darren Cooper and I had painstakingly chosen the stand site to cut off a big buck that everyone in the club knew frequented a narrow strip of woods between a large field and the highway cutting through the lease.[…]
The Dulac/Cocodrie area presents a wide range of options for warm-weather speck chasers. From the Lake Barre oil and gas fields to the east to the feast-or-famine run to Raccoon Island and the small cluster of rigs to the west, anglers and area guides have lots to choose from in the sweltering summer months.[…]
Water came early to Tensas Parish this year. Sloughs and drainage ditches that normally wouldn’t fill up until late December were already reaching their breaking points back in October.[…]
Louisiana redfishing is often thought of as the baseball equivalent of small-ball. Tippy, skinny water boats slinking though ponds and broken marsh with a push pole or trolling motor at its lowest setting.[…]
“Come and listen to a story ‘bout a man named Jed,“Come and listen to a story ‘bout a man named Jed,“Poor mountaineer, barely kept his family fed.[…]
The buck hadn’t stopped for more than a few minutes in days, and was simply worn out. The 10-point had been busy chasing does and taking care of business, leaving little time for concern over its physical health.[…]
I met Brian McAdam for the first time in the dark hours of a cold morning on Paris Road in Chalmette. We agreed to meet there so I could hop in his truck and make a fishing trip with him and one of his long-time fishing buddies, Wayne Lobell.[…]
Calcasieu Lake was a lot quieter back in 1985 when Capt. Jeff Poe first moved to Louisiana and settled on its shoreline.[…]
It was a common thread that bound Ronny Graham, Ronnie Myrick and Ken Newton together. They were college buddies who loved to hunt ducks and dreamed of having a place of their own where they could enjoy their sport.[…]
Face a firing squad, and you get a blindfold, right? Now I understood why. My doom seemed as imminent — and I was no more eager for a close-up of the grim reaper than a firing-squad victim.[…]
“I was the first person in my family to consider hunting a sport,” said 62-year old Charles Johnson. “People in my family hunted for food — for something to eat.”[…]