Put some whiskers on a cobia, and theres no doubt it would be more like a cat than a catfish. I mean, toss a string without a hunk of stink-bait on it in front of a catfish, and watch what happens. It would probably be as exciting as watching grass grow during a drought.
Catching redfish out of Lafitte during the summer is a little like dancing the Cotton-Eyed Joe during dollar-pitcher night. Youve got to be able to go forward. Youve got to be able to go backward. And youve got to be able to bump into other people without getting knocked off your feet.
What is it about a place where lots of anglers go to catch fish, and none of them want to admit where theyve been going? By lots of anglers, I mean so many going there that it looks like a four-lane bank drive-thru on payday afternoon.
Last deer season, I learned that the thrill of the hunt for me is more in the preparation and the chase than the kill. Preparing food plots, selecting stand sites and positioning feeders in perfect places were the rising action that led to an anticlimactic ending when I finally pulled the trigger.
The gaudy neon lights of the Treasure Chest Casino dominated the pre-dawn darkness at the Williams Boulevard Boat Launch in Kenner. Except at the casino, absolutely nothing moved in the oppressively humid night air that wafted in from Lake Pontchartrain.
An almost forgotten historic site near Many (the Civil Wars Sabine Breastworks) is on its death bed. It will die slowly as it gives way to progress and surrenders to the waters of the giant Toledo Bend Reservoir.
Norman Richardson, The (Shreveport) Times
In August, seas are flat, bait is everywhere and cobia move in close for the feast. On terra fima, seer hunters start to make serious plans for rapidly approaching seasons.