October 2008 - Volume 28, Number 10

Features

This section of marsh isn’t easy to get to, but that only adds to its charm and productivity.

Forty miles to the east of New Orleans in upper St. Bernard Parish lies a vast 40,000-acre swath of marshland known technically as the Biloxi Wildlife Management Area. The locals call it either the Louisiana Marsh or the Biloxi Marsh, but whatever you call it, the fringe lakes and bays produce some great speckled trout and redfish action this month.

The spoil banks of Louisiana’s marsh hold more than their share of bushytails.

Frank Tullar was the guy I hung out with in high school. Of course, the fact that I dated his sister might have been part of it. Nonetheless, we were friends, and his sister didn’t hunt squirrels.

The corners of Louisiana’s coast have long gotten all the attention from trophy trout fishermen, but that’s beginning to change.

The hotspots for speckled trout fishing seem to be fairly well-known. The marshes of Terrebonne, Lafourche, Jefferson and St. Bernard parishes have oodles of trout, mostly modest-sized but making up in number for what they lack in size.

There are many quality public lands available to deer hunters, but those looking for the best opportunity to fill their freezers might want to make a trip to Ouachita WMA.

Troy Hibbard desired to be duck hunting the morning of Dec. 20, 1997, but he couldn’t put incredible deer sign he had found on the edge of Ouachita Wildlife Management Area out of his mind.

The Calcasieu Ship Channel serves as a bottleneck, where autumn flatfish feast on anglers’ baits during their annual migration.

I’ve been known to drive quite a few miles to get on a good flounder bite. That’s why I immediately picked up my cell phone when I saw a recent picture on the fishing report page at www.lasmag.com.

Leave the heavy gear at home, and try this now-popular technique for loading a boat with offshore fish.

I’m not sure what woke me first, the alarm clock or the repetitive lightning and thunder. As we rolled out of the bunks, my lower bunk mate, Johnny Gelpi, loudly stated — “We’re gonna die!”

Remember when biologists told us deer and hogs would thrive on this WMA after it was demolished by Hurricane Katrina? Well, that time has arrived.

Hurricane Andrew did it to Sherburne WMA in 1992 — barreled through and leveled it. This saved the LDWF millions.

Pools 1 and 2 of the Red River are starting to really deliver the goods, outshining their better-known counterparts.

Perhaps Rodney Dangerfield didn’t get any respect because he acted in a way that wasn’t deserving of respect. As most anybody in a leadership position will tell you, respect has to be earned rather than demanded.

Got a small tract of land? You can grow bigger bucks than you think.

I’d never heard the term “small ball” until I started watching the LSU Tigers baseball team in recent years.

Sabine Lake receives very little pressure but is as productive as its neighbor to the east. Promise not to tell?

Extreme Southwest Louisiana has a secret that it doesn’t want you to tell. You see, while lines of anglers wait to launch their bay boats into the fertile waters of Calcasieu Lake, there is an equally productive lake not too far away where it’s more common to see a lonely loon than it is lots of loony anglers.

This North Louisiana lake is rich with channel cats.

When the weather starts to cool in early fall, most sportsmen hit the woods for squirrel hunting or the archery deer season.

Mandeville resident A.B. York arrowed this 171-inch beast last November in East Carroll Parish.