Red Rafts
Standing on the banks of the Red River today would be a marked departure from standing there a couple of centuries ago.[…]
Standing on the banks of the Red River today would be a marked departure from standing there a couple of centuries ago.[…]
“We can call this the Toledo Bend Slam,” the voice on the other end of the phone said. “We should be able to catch black bass, white bass, stripers, bream, crappie…” That last one got my attention.[…]
Saline Lake is located in the northcentral part of Louisiana approximately 6 miles northeast of Clarence. In fact, the lake is given the suffix “Clarence” to differentiate it from two other Louisiana lakes named Saline.[…]
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There’s got to be a reason why catfish have the word cat in their name. I think it may have something to do with what they are willing to eat. […]
The red torpedo cork hit the duckweed and just kept going. For a moment I could only imagine the terror that fat cricket must have experienced as it plunged below the water’s surface only to find itself being sucked between the lips of a giant warmouth.[…]
Anglers looking for a good road trip this weekend couldn’t make a better decision than to head up to Caney Lake in Jackson Parish to tangle with the giant chinquapin that’s turning the lake into a panfishing paradise.[…]
Eddie Halbrook could hardly contain his excitement. He had discovered how much I like catching chinquapins only months earlier, and he wanted to let me know he was on them again.[…]
I’ll never forget the time one of my 7th-grade classmates totally outwitted our science teacher, who had more degrees than a thermometer.[…]
It doesn’t take much to make Bobby Phillips happy. All he really needs is a couple shiners and a few willing white perch.[…]
It wasn’t a man on the bow of the boat.
It was a machine.[…]
In a world full of eroded family ties, North Louisiana is a place where the true family spirit can still be found. This section of Louisiana that has been titled “Sportsman’s Paradise” by the Louisiana Office of Tourism could more aptly be called “Sports-family’s Paradise.”[…]
Chinquapin don’t only bite in the springtime. Learn how to catch these tasty fish in[…]
Before turkey hunting totally messed up my mind, I always looked forward to spring and the opportunity to trailer my boat to a nearby lake to do battle with big, sway-bellied spawning bass, crappie hanging out around the roots of shallow cypresses or my favorite, finding a bed of bream.[…]
The cricket skittered across the water’s surface, frantically trying to reach the nearest tree. Ripples that telegraphed its position to every fish within yards radiated from the insect with every kick of its legs.
The insect would pause every few inches, either to catch its breath or to allow the damning wavelets to dissipate. Then it would continue its voyage, drawing nearer to safe haven with every powerful surge.
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The sky was a gorgeous dark grey — almost black — as we pounded into Breton Sound. Lovely little white caps topped the waves like frosting on chocolate cake, the swells between them heavily rippled by the savage gusts that had kicked up just seconds earlier.[…]