Our party of 12 required two large restaurant tables to accommodate. As the waiter led us through the crowded restaurant to our tables, Eddie as luck would have it was the first in line, walking right behind Sebastian, our waiter for the evening, who had already introduced himself in a highly officious and animated manner.
When Capt. Eric Dumas sped past the three bridges that span the eastern section of Lake Pontchartrain, I thought we might be going to fish the L&N train bridge farther to the east in the Rigolets. As he sped under it, I knew something was up.
I climbed into Capt. Frank Lawsons Champion bay boat fully expecting to catch redfish. The fact that he was tying on three bass lures only made me think that he would be showing me how to use bass tactics to catch redfish.
For speckled trout and redfish anglers, May is Christmas and New Years Day rolled into one. The months of bad weather, blustery winds, dirty water and overall miserable conditions are finally behind us, and May begins all things new.
It wasnt that long ago, a year maybe, that Capt. Charlie Thomason started to notice a growing trend every time he saw a bass tournament on TV. The guys throwing swimbaits were blowing away the field by catching monster bass.
Somewhere deep in the Mississippi River bottomlands between Devils Swamp and Port Hudson, I stood in complete darkness, mesmerized by the echoes of the basso profundo bugling of Rock and the contralto bawling of Memphis, two first-class walker coon hounds.
During the early 1990s, it didnt take much effort to stroke my ego by pitching a black/blue ringer worm to the many laydowns in the Ouachita River. Bass after bass with an occasional big fish or two thrown in put me very close to river-rat status.
Theres something to be said about slumming, and when it comes to springtime fishing in the narrow bayous that run into Atchafalaya Bay, you just might discover that one mans trash is anothers treasure.
With the wind blowing at 20 knots, Lake Calcasieu looked like a chocolate milkshake. Most fair-weather fishermen had cancelled their trips, but Kirk and Guy Stansel, who fish there 250 days a year, would brave rain, sleet, snow or bright, hot sun to get you in a boat and try to find you fish.
From Venice to Shreveport, bass, trout and more are just dying to jump into your boat this month.