Arties camp was already cranking when we pulled up elegantly late, near 9 p.m. on Friday. The slashing riffs of Jumping Jack Flash boomed through the camps walls and into Pelayos truck as Chris opened the door.
The Good Lord gave us a glorious sunrise, the glowing orb back-lighting a cloud in the eastern sky that looked for all the world like an angel in flight. I snapped a few photos as the sun slowly nibbled away the cloud bank. In a matter of minutes, the sun did what it has been doing for the past month, sending its searing heat down on us.
The e-mail came from a senior X-ray technologist at the local hospital in Morgan City that I hadnt seen in years. An avid hunter and fisherman, his message basically read that his son and a group of boys who grew up together were now all hunting together. Whats more, they had been making some awesome hunts out on the Wax Lake side of the Atchafalaya Delta WMA. And they were doing it right.
What makes four-leaf clovers so lucky is that theyre so difficult to find. You could pick an entire acre of clovers one by one and still not stumble on the lucky one that has four leaves instead of three.
Before Hurricane Katrina, Washington Parish deer hunter Alan Williams hunted Bogue Chitto National Wildlife Refuge from the ground because he wanted to. Now, more than six years after the historic hurricane, he hunts from the ground because he has to.
For most deer hunters these days, the term deer stand conjures up images of a nice and cozy box stand situated on the edge of a lush, green food plot. And while these shooting houses can be effective in taking a trophy whitetail, not all hunters (especially many of the old-timers) see them in a very favorable light.
It was the perfect lease. After years of waiting, they had finally landed a prime duck-hunting lease, and opening day had arrived. As they waited in the pre-dawn darkness, they rehearsed their shots at the imaginary gray ducks and widgeon that would surely be swinging into the decoys when legal shooting time arrived a mere 15 minutes away.
November is probably the very best month of the year to target redfish out in the Reggio area, followed closely by October, the voice said on the other end of the phone. It was the voice of Capt. Darren Schaff (504-400-2466), who has fished professionally for 15 years and is one of the very few who make Reggio their home base.
The rut is close. By procreative instinct, a mature hefty 8-pointer traverses the land. Ascending a bluff ridge, the persistent male steadily climbs the steep vegetative terrain with ease. His path is precise; the buck has ventured the topography many times before. Although he periodically stops to investigate a few licking branch scrapes and flehmens doe urine, he directs his attention toward old trees with distinguished markings.