Of Frogs and Men
“Kaw, that’s a big one!” said 59-year-old Danny “Eagle” Edgar.
“That’s a man,” agreed 56-year-old Clay Switzer.[…]
“Kaw, that’s a big one!” said 59-year-old Danny “Eagle” Edgar.
“That’s a man,” agreed 56-year-old Clay Switzer.[…]
For speckled trout and redfish anglers, May is Christmas and New Year’s Day rolled into one.[…]
I climbed into Capt. Frank Lawson’s Champion bay boat fully expecting to catch redfish. The fact that he was tying on three bass lures only made me think that he would be showing me how to use bass tactics to catch redfish.[…]
Our party of 12 required two large restaurant tables to accommodate. As the waiter led us through the crowded restaurant to our tables, Eddie — as luck would have it — was the first in line, walking right behind “Sebastian, our waiter for the evening,” who had already introduced himself in a highly officious and animated manner.[…]
When Capt. Eric Dumas sped past the three bridges that span the eastern section of Lake Pontchartrain, I thought we might be going to fish the L&N train bridge farther to the east in the Rigolets. As he sped under it, I knew something was up.[…]
During the early 1990s, it didn’t take much effort to stroke my ego by pitching a black/blue ringer worm to the many laydowns in the Ouachita River.[…]
There’s something to be said about slumming, and when it comes to springtime fishing in the narrow bayous that run into Atchafalaya Bay, you just might discover that one man’s trash is another’s treasure.[…]
This Memorial Day weekend, like last year’s and the year before that, casual visitors to Louisiana’s coast will wonder, “Who let the dogs out?”[…]
Our teeth should have been chattering.
We should have been bundled to our necks with long-johns, fleece pullovers, fluffy coveralls and heavy coats stuffed with the latest creation from DuPont chemists.[…]
It wasn’t that long ago, a year maybe, that Capt. Charlie Thomason started to notice a growing trend every time he saw a bass tournament on TV.[…]
With the wind blowing at 20 knots, Lake Calcasieu looked like a chocolate milkshake. Most fair-weather fishermen had cancelled their trips, but Kirk and Guy Stansel, who fish there 250 days a year, would brave rain, sleet, snow or bright, hot sun to get you in a boat and try to find you fish.[…]
Somewhere deep in the Mississippi River bottomlands between Devil’s Swamp and Port Hudson, I stood in complete darkness, mesmerized by the echoes of the basso profundo bugling of Rock and the contralto bawling of Memphis, two first-class walker coon hounds.[…]
From Venice to Shreveport, bass, trout and more are just dying to jump into your boat this month.[…]
From Venice to Shreveport, bass, trout and more are just dying to jump into your boat this month.[…]
The best bass fishing of the year is still in full-swing, and speck season if just kicking off. It’s all too much fotr the heart to hold![…]
The best bass fishing of the year is still in full-swing, and speck season is just kicking off. It’s all too much for the heart to hold![…]