Volume 29 Number 10 - October 2009

Features

If you want to swing for the fences, go to the Causeway. But if you’re content to load your ice chest with lots of keeper specks and reds, the Lower Pearl River is your autumn paradise.

Lake Pontchartrain regulars are no doubt familiar with what has become known as World Series trout, trophy trout that show up every year around the first pitch of Major League Baseball’s championship series.

Ironically, it’s the fox squirrels — and not their smaller cousins — that draw hunters to Cat Island.

As Charles Johnson’s truck descended from the hills into the swamplands of West Feliciana Parish, its headlights swept through the giant trees. The sight washed a warm tidal wave of memories over me of our young manhood spent hunting squirrels and other small game in the swamp.

Has Jackson-Bienville WMA run out of deer? Hardly!

Jackson-Bienville is one of the oldest wildlife management areas in the state, and has had one of the most liberal deer harvest programs in the state, which makes some believe that this deer factory is out of deer.

As massive schools of mullet migrate just offshore to spawn, hungry tuna move in to make their lives miserable.

The one thing that has kept me standing at the dock more often than not when it comes to catching tuna is that they are offshore. Although I’ve been told not to let my bad trips turn me off, I can’t go offshore for the same reason I can’t eat tomato gravy even though I love tomato gravy.

Follow this treasure map guide to plunder the plenty this underrated area has to offer.

The winds were already blowing steady out of the north when I arrived in the little St. Bernard community of Reggio. It’s a small hamlet on the side of Bayou Terre aux Boeufs on the way down to Delacroix Island.

When Hurricane Gustav whacked coastal Louisiana, the storm hammered the Atchafalaya Basin, but plenty of fish survived in the waters on the extreme southern end.

I shuddered when my cell phone rang and I saw the name on the screen. Ken Sherman had told me we wouldn’t head out until 5:15 a.m., an obscenely late hour for the die-hard tournament angler.

Jay Folse's six-step program has helped him bag trophy bucks, like this 175 5/8 inch monster.