August 2008 - Volume 28, Number 8


According to an amazing LSU telemetry study, getting that trophy buck’s address is a lot easier than most hunters think.

Keith Barre watched a couple of 8-points on his Washington Parish lease grow, consistently collecting pictures of them from trail cameras. The bucks were small baskets two seasons ago, but had reached shooter proportions by the opening of the 2007 hunting season.

“They were like brothers,” Barre said.

Go deep to catch the really big trout around the mouth of the river this month.

When Chris Paul pulls up from beyond the three-point line to drain a shot, his effort is rewarded with one more point than he would have made had his feet been in front of the line.

His shot and the ball going through the basket was the same as if he were inside the key. However, this same effort gets rewarded with a greater gain because he’s 3 inches outside the line.

This year’s floods meant hard times for Saline-Larto crappie anglers, but now they get to reap the benefits.

Those who call Louisiana home are used to battling Mother Nature. Oppressive heat and humidity, hurricanes and the occasional ice storm are taken in stride as the price to pay for living in the Sportsman’s Paradise.

During the summer months, when the specks are big and hungry, these three go together like ice cream, hot fudge and whipped cream.

Huey Olivier’s well-equipped World Cat left Cypremort Point shortly after sunrise more than ready for a day of catching big speckled trout at close-in oilfield rigs in the Gulf of Mexico.

These innovative boats will put you on the fish, and they’ll leave you smiling at the filling station.

I can remember when a quarter’s worth of gasoline would putt-putt you around the lake all day long. Today, you can’t motor away from the dock on a quarter’s worth of gas.

I was reading a newspaper story recently that revealed how times have changed for the fisherman. A boater enjoying a day on the Red River in his party barge put pencil to pad and determined that his fuel tab for his round-trip fun excursion set him back $360.

Manila Village reeks of history, but it’s the trout that draw oodles of modern-day anglers.

Anglers who fish the Manila Village area located in Barataria Bay just to the south of New Orleans may or may not know the historical significance of the spot.

The nation’s longest jetty has been on fire this summer. Here’s everything you need to know to get in on the action.

I’m going to let you in on what may be the poorest-kept secret of the summer: The rocks at the end of the MRGO are on fire, and they have been for the whole summer.

Speckled trout are plentiful all along both sides of the jetties, and redfish, sheepshead and big croakers aren’t in short supply either. I have to admit a certain reluctance in even writing this, because the area is where I’ve been fishing, and there’s already plenty of company out there.

Don’t let the name scare you away. You’ll swat more redfish than bugs at Mosquito Bay.

In one fluid motion, I made a cast toward the little trenasse that emptied into the canal we were fishing, located just past the mouth of Mosquito Bayou on the northeast side of Mosquito Bay.

Also in fluid motion, I raised my leg in crane-like fashion, and used the top of my foot to itch whatever decided to bite the back of my calf while I wasn’t looking.

Oil rigs are bad for the environment, right? Then why is there such a variety of fish swimming in such massive schools around their legs?

During his exile in Michigan, our old Tigerland chum Eddie Fleeks chummed up with some of the locals who showed him the ropes of the local deer-hunting. Not that there was much to teach.

The first five seconds in a battle with a warsaw grouper will determine if you’re a record-holder like J.J. Tabor or merely a fish piercer.

It’s amazing the number of infomercials on television now that promise the impossible on an installment plan.

Want to lose weight? According to the pitchman, all you’ve got to do is take these pills, you can eat anything you want, you can lay around all you want, the fat will just magically disappear.

There’s no cure for this disease, but you won’t mind getting it.

Most people shudder at the though of catching yellow fever. The dreaded disease, which is contracted from infected mosquitos, was last recorded in New Orleans in 1905.

Recently, however, there have been indications of a different type of “yellow fever” spreading across the Louisiana coast claiming “victims” one by one.

Speckled trout action couldn't be much better right now. Just ask Renee Brazzel, who caught this 7-pounder during a recent trip out of Venice with Capt. Brandon Carter.