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Lazy Anglers
By Chris Ginn
Although the summer days are loosely labeled as lazy here in Louisiana, November is actually the best month to be a lazy bass angler at Lake D’Arbonne.
Barbless in Salvador
By Rusty Tardo
Lake Salvador is a huge body of water located due south of New Orleans and southeast of the Salvador Wildlife Management Area in St. Charles Parish. At its widest points, it stretches about 16 miles across and 12 miles wide, making it smaller than Lake Pontchartrain but still a sizeable body of water.
Louisiana Swordfish?
By Captain Peace Marvel
The Mississippi River delta and surrounding offshore waters are without a doubt some of the richest fishing grounds in the world. There is no other place on the face of the planet where an angler can target largemouth bass and blue marlin in the same day, no other place where limits of 20-pound red snapper and 10-pound mangrove snapper are not uncommon, no other place where you can catch 100+-pound yellowfin year-round on a day trip.
Freezer Burn
By Chris Ginn
If you’re deepfreeze is anything like my family’s, it takes you a while to dig through all the leftovers on top just to get to the good stuff underneath. Deer sausage, duck breasts and speckled trout fillets always seem to somehow fall deep down into the farthest reaches of the giant boxes.
Tracking the Rut, Part I: Before the Madness
By Andy Crawford
The buck had spent the dark hours of early morning munching in a wheat field, milling about with other deer and concentrating on filling its belly. There was only one short break while the animal tussled with a second buck in the moonlight, but it was more pushing around on the playground than a serious knife fight.
Putting Out the Poo-Yi
By John K. Flores
The unmistakable sound of crusted snow giving way to the weight of a deer’s hooves broke the silence from somewhere up the right-of-way, alerting me to its presence.
Goose Fried Rice
By John McQueen
The inky black predawn ride to the field where Clint Mathews and his crew of guides set out a decoy spread of several thousand rags, shells, full bodies, kites and every other trick — past and present — known to the goose hunting world was notably longer than usual as last year’s specklebelly season wound down.
Wildlife Farm
By Glynn Harris
It was a common thread that bound Ronny Graham, Ronnie Myrick and Ken Newton together. They were college buddies who loved to hunt ducks and dreamed of having a place of their own where they could enjoy their sport.
Welcome Wench By Humberto Fontova
Face a firing squad, and you get a blindfold, right? Now I understood why.
Cat Squirrels, Part II
By Jerald Horst
“I was the first person in my family to consider hunting a sport,” said 62-year old Charles Johnson. “People in my family hunted for food — for something to eat.”
Public Intoxication
By Chris Ginn
My journey into duck hunting has left me with the mixed feelings of an elementary school student who got addicted to soft drinks just weeks before they were banned from the concession stand in favor of healthier alternatives.
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