“Do I look like a thug?” The gentleman who asked this question was dressed casually and stylishly. He looked like a middle-class male, about 40 years of age. No obvious tattoos, he had short-cropped hair.[…]
Twenty minutes into a 50-minute plane ride at the end of a five-day grizzly bear hunting trip, Jody Vaccarella of Franklin quit thinking about the wondrous sights he’d just seen in the unspoiled wilderness of Alaska.[…]
Your squirrel call doesn’t work,” I told Shannon Talkington, the inventor of the Mr. Squirrel whistle call.[…]
Chances are that practically every hunter in Louisiana over the age of 40 got started in the hunting game by learning to sneak up on bushytails in the fall. Skills learned during these days helped hunters move on to pursue deer and other more wary game.[…]
There are few things in life more ego-flattening than a really good dove hunt. That being the case, I spent my Christmas weekend eating shared dove breasts and a giant piece of humble pie.[…]
It’s as real to me today as it was when it happened more than half a century ago. When my dad told me to pull on my boots, grab my jacket and come with him, I knew what that meant, especially if it happened on a Saturday morning in October.[…]
Toward the end of our most recent summer, sleepy-eyed residents lying in bed watching the 10 o’clock news perked up their ears at the mention of four words seldom uttered in the Bayou State: “late August cold front.”[…]
The cool front that blew through Louisiana last week caused the doves to scatter a little bit. […]
In addition to opportunities on several wildlife management areas, the Louisiana Department of Wildlife and Fisheries is making three private fields available to dove hunters on opening day.[…]
Each year, as club president of a hunting lease I share with several friends, I am required to record and report to the land company we lease from deer harvest information.[…]
What do shade, loose cotton clothing and a koozie holding a cold beverage mean in July for Louisianans?[…]
The smell of fat, homemade biscuits and Community coffee greeted us as we rolled out of bed.[…]
There were just too many caribou charging through the valley at once. Hank, 11 years old, had a hard time drawing a bead on a good bull.[…]
Trivia has it that Georges Auguste Escoffier (1846-1935), the father of French cuisine, listed frog legs on the menu of the famous Hotel Carlton in London as, “Cuisses de Nymphe Aurore.”
Considered a disgusting food by the British, who could resist an item on the menu with a name such as “Legs of the Dawn Nymphs?”[…]
Don’t put away that shotgun just yet. There is still time to get into some late-season marshland rabbit hunting action.[…]
With cold, black noses pressed firmly against the steel door of the cage, the beagles whimpered in nervous anticipation. The smells of mud, cut-over pine and honeysuckle permeated the air, as 10 pair of puppy eyes watched camouflage-clad men remove shotguns from cases.[…]