The huge, scaly beast — its massive body partially supported by the water — swim-crawled its way along the soft, mucky bottom. Its bear-like, long, black claws stirred up clouds of half-decayed vegetation and silt.[…]
So, I’m at this media event, at Theophile Bourgeois’ lodge in Lafitte. Bourgeois invited all his sponsors and a few media guys to spend a couple nights at his place, where he’d provide food and lodging, give us all a chance to mingle and talk shop, and then pile us into a fleet of bay boats to see if we could do more than talk the talk.[…]
I was in the heart of the urban jungle.
It was 4:30 in the morning.[…]
My return to turkey hunting after a 15-year hiatus was truly haphazard.[…]
One hundred-thirty years of experience.
That’s what my friend Dirk Matherne, no spring chicken himself at 58, had fixed me up with. It was a little intimidating, listening to the two silver-maned old lions comparing notes with Mike Adams, a Raceland dentist and Lake Boeuf lover. […]
Any chef worth his salt understands the phrase mice en place, which means “everything in its place.”[…]
Marty LaCoste likes things a little quiet.
According to my son, it’s so he can whisper to the fish exactly what he wants them to do.[…]