May 2006 - Volume 26, Number 5


Feel that?

That’s the same feeling ducks begin to get late in the summer when the sun’s daily arc creeps closer and closer to the horizon.

Coureurs de bois are a vanishing breed.

Once upon a time, a man walked alone on a desolate pothole prairie in Southwest Louisiana, shrouded in the mist of a cold winter morning.

This Baton Rouge-area oxbow lake makes a Rubik’s Cube seem elementary, but for those who know the code, it’s a joy to unlock.

Just at the edge of the shadow cast by Baton Rouge lies one of the most underestimated lakes in the entire state of Louisiana.

If you’re looking for a mixed bag of just about everything that bites, head no farther than the shallow rigs just off the Louisiana coast.

The fish-cleaning shed at the marina was the happenin’ place that afternoon as Pelayo, Spencer and I walked up to check out the scene.

Learning all you can about the dynamics of the Gulf of Mexico will greatly increase your haul from the “big water.”

EDITOR’S NOTE: This is part one of a two-part series. The author is a fisheries biologist and Louisiana State University professor.

It’s not easy to get to the rigs south of Marsh Island, but this time of year, it’s worth the ride.

EDITOR’S NOTE: This is a Louisiana Sportsman classic, which originally appeared in the May 2002 issue.

Variables are coming together to make May the perfect month for trophy trout at Calcasieu Lake

I used to think God was mad at me for spending too many Sundays fishing bass tournaments rather then sitting in church.

Fish this series of rigs in the West Delta area to boat a smorgasbord of fish this month.

Jagged bolts of lightning flashed through the blinds of the Sandpiper Cove, and the accompanying boom of thunder rocked us from our warm bunks long before the requested 5 a.m. wakeup call.