Crow-Magnon Man
When it comes to game birds, the wild turkey has no rival. Like nothing else in nature, the reluctant fliers are respected, admired and cursed by hunters from sea to shining sea.[…]
When it comes to game birds, the wild turkey has no rival. Like nothing else in nature, the reluctant fliers are respected, admired and cursed by hunters from sea to shining sea.[…]
According to Einstein’s Theory of Fishing Relativity, the observer in his spatial frame of reference — be it Florida, Texas or South Carolina — will always think he’s got the best fishing.[…]
No one will ever convince me that there is a tougher game animal on the North American continent than the Eastern wild turkey.[…]
The booming soft-plastic market’s going soft, too soft, many claim, and something had to be done about it before many more creature baits, bogus worms, faux paux frogs and imitation crawfish got torn up by fish or slid down the hook, thus rendering them unusable.[…]
Bass typically spawn later in rivers than they do in lakes because of high, spring water levels that look more like a Yoo-hoo than water.[…]
Those fish aren’t gonna hit that plastic,” my fishing buddy said emphatically more than a decade ago.[…]
One of my best trips of last season was prophesized by the Bible.[…]
Carlos is becoming an optics snob.
“Didja see what they put on that rifle? That cheap scope? Can you believe that?”[…]
I recently saw an exchange between fishermen on the Internet. One wanted to know if 500 watts was enough power for someone who fishes water no deeper than 30 feet.[…]
Dear Capt. Paul:
I just resently bought a 22-foot boat, and I would love to start fishing Grand Isle for mangrove snapper.[…]
The one-two punch of Katrina and Rita claimed upwards of 50,000 boats, many of which have been totaled by the insurance companies[…]
If you’re a Louisiana resident, George W. Bush is the worst president you’ve ever had .Jimmy Carter was bad, but at least he was an equal-opportunity disaster.[…]
The wind whipped across Toledo Bend the day after a front passed, and Joe Joslin wasn’t look forward to running north from his camp to the relative protection of Six Mile Creek.[…]
The first thing that stood out to me was just how clear the water was. I mean, this was Lake Pontchartrain — post Katrina.[…]
Hear that? That’s the sound of millions of bass moving to the beds.[…]
Time travel is a scary proposition.
For one thing, you never know if the portal you slide down is two ways. I mean, really, when you’re vaporized from one era and reconstructed in another, is there any guarantee you’ll be able to get back to where you started?[…]