It was a blasted shame. On one couch in a comatose sugar shock was my son-in-law, staring at the television. In my lounge chair reclining rocker was my oldest son and his wife, both sawing logs sound asleep.
Armored in the newest pattern of camouflage, he sports two lanyards around his neck, each with four calls on it. His chariot is a specially designed shallow-water hull, powered by not one but two souped-up surface drive engines.
“That’s a big trout, Momma. Be careful! Take your time, Momma. Bring him this way.”
Gravelly-voiced Chuck Cristina was issuing orders like Lord Admiral Horatio Nelson, only with an old-time New Orleans accent.
Learn everything you need to know to take a late-season buck, and check out the gallery of trophies -- like this one killed Oct. 22 by Chet Slaydon. But don't forget that there also are some great fishing opportunities this month.