Out of the Gulf, Part II
When many Americans think of Louisiana today, they visualize a swampy morass covered in cypress trees and Spanish moss.[…]
When many Americans think of Louisiana today, they visualize a swampy morass covered in cypress trees and Spanish moss.[…]
When Mike Muhlbauer’s line came tight with an abrupt strike, we were certain it was bull red time. A couple of Florida boys with a lot of ambition but just a little time, Muhlbauer and I had determined that we’d fare best at the perennial redfish magnet — Southwest Pass.[…]
It was just after midnight. The boat was drifting calmly more than a hundred miles offshore. Lights from the largest truss and spar oil platform in the world cast an eerie glow across the water.[…]
A cooking show broadcast in Kansas was planning on featuring a redfish recipe, and they were looking for the most unique way of acquiring the main ingredient in their dish.[…]
Joe DiMaggio once said of opening day, “You look forward to it like a birthday party when you’re a kid. You think something wonderful is going to happen.”[…]
Al Nissen sighed as he hung up the phone. His third fishing buddy just turned him down on an offer to go try their luck on some specks and reds early the next morning.[…]
Don’t have a high-dollar lease to hunt? No problem. The state’s WMAs are looking like really good options in 2007-08.[…]
September is the beginning of the oft-dreaded “transition” period. We call the “transition” that in-between time when fish are moving out of their summer haunts but not yet established in their winter patterns.[…]
Artie’s plan sounded like it had merit. Granted, midway through a Doc Fontaine party everything sounds like it has merit.[…]
As I dabbed my index and forefinger in it and streaked it across my cheek, I remember it feeling warm and having a distinct but not unpleasant odor.[…]
There wasn’t the slightest fold or crease in Old Glory at the Houma Hampton Inn at 4:30 a.m. It looked like the service crew had mistakenly washed it in with all the sheets, pressed it, then applied a coating of heavy starch.[…]
T-John Thompson got off his school bus at 4 p.m. on Jan. 5, 2006, and without even changing out of his school uniform, grabbed his rifle and headed for his tree stand. At 4:30, he was back at his house asking his mom for help bringing in the deer he had just shot.[…]
One of the old adages in fishing is that it really doesn’t matter if you tell other anglers where you were fishing or what you caught them on because, more than likely, they aren’t going to be able to go back and duplicate the same pattern. […]
He just wouldn’t shut his mouth. I mean, you never guarantee limits. It’s just not done. I tried over and over again to get guide Marty Lacoste to stop, and for a while, I thought I had succeeded.[…]
I was hooked on sight fishing for redfish before I even set foot in Capt. Charlie Thomason’s Triton boat.[…]
Surveying the hall of green and brown, Jimmy Fisackerly asked, “Which side do you think we should fish?” With a stiff wind puffing across the Delta, Fisackerly had worked his 23-foot Hydra-Sports bay boat into a small cove within a large stand of roseau cane.[…]