October 2007 - Volume 27, Number 10


When the state accepted the gift of the White Lake area, Louisisana duck hunters had no idea how good they’d have it.

As far back as 1929, men, who sipped the best bourbon around tables with white-linen cloths, wrote deeds. They sought to own the land for the mineral rights to the black gold deep in the soil below.

The first split gets all the attention, but the second and third splits of the dove season are when the fireworks really fly.

When pride comes, then comes disgrace, but with humility comes wisdom.

— Proverbs 11:2

This month, it really takes a whole lot of work to return to a dock on the shores of Calcasieu Lake without a bunch of specks, reds and flounder.

The pink rod made a question mark as the MirrOlure She Dog vanished in an explosion on the surface. When the line knifed through the water, my guide, Kirk Stansel, one of the owners of Hackberry Rod and Gun, and I both wondered aloud, “Speckled trout or redfish?”

When you lose a deer you’ve shot, turkey buzzards can either be your best friends or your worst enemies.

Damn buzzard!” the hunter muttered under his breath as he signed his name across the bottom of the check.

Eric Rachel’s success in the woods has brought him a fair amount of fame and notoriety.

You already know Eric Rachel. You know him if you ever made a bow and arrow out of a stick and some string. You know him if you ever shot at a bird with a BB gun. You know him if you were a member of the 4-H Club while you were in school. In many ways, you are Eric Rachel.

Relive your childhood by targeting tree rats at any of these three squirrel-rich WMAs.

Have you seen all the recent commercials that are targeted toward helping older Americans recapture their youth? Whether hearing about an amazing new cream that’s supposed to get rid of any and all wrinkles for the women or a can of spray-on hair for the men, our society seems obsessed with staying young.

These are the only four rigs you need for speckled trout fishing, whether you love live bait or swear by artificials.

It was so early in the morning, I couldn’t even see the fluorescent-orange cork that my fishing partner, Eric Dumas, had threaded onto my braided line. I knew it was out there somewhere, but it was well-hidden amongst the inky shadows at the base of the train trestle in eastern Lake Pontchartrain.

For Lafitte anglers, the countdown has begun to some of the best fall fishing along the coast.

Generally, when anglers think of fishing the Lafitte area this month, they automatically think redfish. And for good reason. Lafitte is well known for its production of the hard-fighting bronze brutes throughout the fall and winter months, and October is considered the normal kick-off of the season.

Abundant action awaits those who learn how to fish Louisiana’s expansive coastal wetlands.

It wasn’t the best of days, but Capt. C.T. Williams had a plan that leveraged Louisiana’s vast delta habitat and pretty much nullified Mother Nature’s attempt to stymie our bent-rod hopes.

Fish this big area of broken marsh in Bayou St. Malo, and you’ll be having a fish fry later that night.

The party at Doc’s French Quarter bungalow was an impromptu affair. So an unscheduled visit by Neidermeir (Wesley) and Yoko (Priscilla) caught us off guard.

This is the month for which hunters wait all year. The options available are almost overwhelming.

Quickly now, when you think “October,” what’s the first thing that comes to your mind? Football? Halloween? The first frost? Falling leaves? The pungent aroma of smoke curling from chimneys?

Outdoorsmen who take advantage of the two extra weeks afforded muzzleloader hunters have excellent chances to score on the bucks of their dreams.

While attending a JAKES Day put on by the National Wild Turkey Federation in Monroe a few years ago, I was asked if I wanted to sign up my son for the JAKES program. To sweeten the pot, the guy selling the membership told me that all the kids who signed up at this event would be put in for prize drawings at the end of the day.

Other offshore teams just marvel when this group of weekend warriors comes to the dock on rodeo days. Here’s how they do it.

While participating in numerous fishing tournaments at Venice Marina the past couple of years, one name has consistently shown up on the rig-division leader board — BurstFactor. These guys always amass an impressive catch of big snapper, scamp, grouper and amberjack.

Think you need a lease to kill big bucks? Bruce Mott doesn't have one, and look at the size deer he kills.