April 2008 - Volume 28, Number 4

Features

The corners of the state will be hotspots this year, but the areas in between will certainly hold their own.

If you knew the Saints were going to the Super Bowl before the season even started, would you be me more or less likely to sit around the television on Sunday afternoon?

Follow this technique to load up a trotline with the sweetest meat ever to touch your tongue.

Admittedly, I haven’t set out a trotline for catfish in a really long time. The last time I remember stringing out a line, I was still in high school. Those of you who know me realize that this had to have happened a l-o-n-g time ago.

Conditions and fish are constantly feeding clues to observant bass anglers.

Kelli Batten lives in West Monroe, and she wants to learn how to catch bass well enough to be able to fish tournaments in the future. Her only problem is that the bass-fishing learning curve has become so steep that it’s almost impossible to climb it by herself.

Think these lures catch only small fish? Think again. Whip out your jerkbaits this month, and prepare to be surprised.

Had it not been for missing roe estimated to be 1 1/2 to 1 3/4 pounds, Wisconsin resident Ed Stellner would have landed a new state-record largemouth bass back in February of 2000.

Sure the marshes of Empire have eroded like a sand castle at high tide, but there are still plenty of fish to be had in the area.

Eddie went through this a couple years earlier when he moved back to his home state of Louisiana after two divorces and at least one disbarment that we heard of.

Brisk April winds can make this area’s trout tough to get to, but the reds are always willing and able.

April is the tail end of the dreaded transition period, according to Capt. Chad Dufrene (985-637-6357).

This lake will drive the average angler nuts. Follow these tips to make yourself more than just an average angler.

It’s often hard for anglers to believe the fishing reports they hear coming from Lake Pontchartrain. The problem is that their eyes rarely see what their ears hear.

Ciguatera, a tropical toxin that invades fish flesh, is showing up off the Louisiana coast, and it’s making people sick.

Louisiana folks love to eat fish. In spite of the modern hype to make catch-and-release fishing politically correct, we relish bringing our catch home for a feast. After all, if the Almighty didn’t want us to eat them, he wouldn’t have made them taste so good, right?

Load up on river shrimp, and you’ll soon be loading up on delicious Atchafalaya River catfish.

There are some things that are hard to admit. There are also other things you may never live down.

Gobblers can leave you feeling like the King of the Woods or a complete, utter moron.

She pricked my finger, smeared some blood on a slide and took it into the lab for analysis. After reading the findings, the technician glanced nervously at me while whispering behind her hand to a colleague.

The Atchafalaya Basin doesn’t fit the stereotype for ideal turkey grounds, but the birds that flourish there haven’t seemed to notice.

Despite their adventurous nature, the English Puritans who settled in America in the early 1600s were not singly outdoors-oriented.

Louisiana bass come to jerkbaits like kids to pizza.