On the Move
Transition is one of those words that even the most seasoned speckled trout anglers abhor.[…]
Transition is one of those words that even the most seasoned speckled trout anglers abhor.[…]
It was the fall of 1814. Two men half poled, half paddled a creaky wooden boat along the shoreline of Lake Borgne.[…]
Eddie jerked his head and waved his arms frantically while trying to help with the boat straps. “G**damn gnats!” he sputtered, “ahh-ahh! I’d forgotten about these blasted things!”[…]
Generally, March is a warming month. It’s not really winter anymore, at least not here in the deep Gulf South.[…]
Glenn Leingang has nowhere to go but down. That’s what happens when you achieve the pinnacle of a sport so early in your career.[…]
“You cast that bait right over that reef, and I guarantee a fish,” said Buras fishing guide John L. Taylor, pointing his 7-foot Shimano V-series rod toward a small spit of land near a sun and rain-scrubbed white PVC pipe leaning at a 60-degree angle.[…]
An old, Middle-Eastern proverb says, “If Mohammed cannot come to the mountain, then the mountain must come to Mohammed.”[…]
“There’s somebody back there!” Eddie hissed, spraying me with whiskey spittle as he pointed a gloved finger behind the duck blind. “I’ve been hearing them all morning.” His eyes were wild. His lips quivered. “SEE!….. Hear THAT?!”[…]
The sky was gray with low, mid-winter clouds, but the speckled trout action quickly made us forget the raw morning chill.[…]
Take a seat on the bench and listen to Grand Isle fisherman Curtis Gisclair. His offshore tactics will assure you of victory.[…]
A stiff south wind greeted Capt. Chad Billiot and Bobby Gros when they launched the boat.[…]
Launches at Myrtle Grove, Port Sulphur and Buras provide great opportunities to New Orleans anglers looking for speckled trout and redfish.[…]
Mother Nature’s been good to Louisiana. She saw to it that the liquid-swollen Mississippi River weaved unsteadily across our front yard.[…]