Columns

Boudreaux, Thibodeaux, I dunno

Usually when a hostess calls for “Jones, party of…” a dozen different people named Jones stand in unison. Not on the bayou. I haven’t met another Jones yet. But I have met a Thibodaux (heck, I live there, too), Boudreaux  and a passel of Zeringues. Seriously.[…]

Columns

Life is all about change

I met the Louisiana Sportsman crew in the mid-1990s at a Louisiana Outdoor Writers Association meeting in Monroe. I was a young, gung ho journalist new to the outdoor industry, having spent my formative days as a beat reporter for the Morning Advocate (now The Advocate) in Baton Rouge.[…]