February 2007 - Volume 27, Number 2


Through much effort, conservationists have constructed a quail wonderland on Jackson-Bienville WMA.

I couldn’t help but note the irony. It was a classic show-and-tell.

Louisiana’s No. 1 bass lake is also known across the South as a monster shellcracker machine.

If you look at Louisiana’s state records, you’ll find that anglers catch most of the big shellcrackers (chinquapin) in Caney Lake near Chatham.

Snow geese are hard enough to hunt in November. By this time of year, the birds have seen and heard it all.

Cockroaches get hip to our methods of massacring them and develop defenses.

Chicot Lake bass are persnickety, but if you present the right lures the way they want them, you’re in for a real treat.

EDITOR’S NOTE: This is a Louisiana Sportsman classic. It first appeared in the magazine in February 2001. The information contained in it is as useful today as it was when it first ran.

Hog hunting is a rapidly growing sport in Louisiana, and if you go on a hunt, you’ll understand why.

I knew it was going to be a different kind of day when Scottie Holland with Louisiana Hog Hunters in Natalbany handed me a clipboard and asked me to sign a release.

Youth Gone Wild

Video games and baseball are too boring for Mason Griffin. His favorite hours of the year are when he’s stalking, calling, listening and aiming.

Use these techniques on Lake Bistineau, and watch your winter crappie haul skyrocket.

For somebody who has spent most of his life chasing bass for a living, Homer Humphreys of Minden sure does get excited about crappie. And no lake gets him as fired up as Lake Bistineau when he’s looking for a place to go catch some slabs.

Clay Dyer has overcome incredible challenges, and competitors in bass-fishing tournaments no longer underestimate him.

Don’t read any further unless you want to eliminate all your reasons for not achieving greatness. Clay Dyer’s motto, “If I can, you can,” will do away with your excuses for not becoming whatever you desire in life.

Wilkinson Canal regular Ronnie Mercandal doesn’t need a big boat to fill his cooler with fat speckled trout this time of year.

A solitary loon swam gracefully across the surface of one of the narrow cuts that intersected the Wilkinson Canal. Darkness obscured the hoist at the nearby Myrtle Grove marina as a steady stream of boats idled slowly down the long canal.

They might not be the Pearly Gates, but these under-fished gems offer anglers a little bit of heaven on earth.

A thick layer of fog hugged the ground as I wound my way east on Highway 90 through the Rigolets and north toward the East Pearl Launch at the base of the Pearlington Bridge. The public launch there is concrete and is the only place my friend, Terry Googins, will launch when he fishes the area.

If you can’t find the fish out of Golden Meadow, bring them to you with this innovative technique.

This is a Louisiana Sportsman classic. It first appeared in the magazine in February 2002. The information contained in it is as useful today as it was when it first ran.

You could learn a lot from an old bird in his seventh year of life.

When I woke up this morning, I immediately noticed something was different. It was just starting to break daylight, and I hadn’t heard the first vehicle come down the old gravel road.

North: You won't believe the quality of the bucks killed this season.