Admittedly, I havent 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.
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 its almost impossible to climb it by herself.
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 didnt want us to eat them, he wouldnt have made them taste so good, right?
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.