I had spent a good 30 minutes creeping up on three particularly vigilant cat squirrels. It was late in the season, and even though I was covered head to toe in a leafy Ghillie suit, it was slow going against the hyper-alert critters.
Step outside and the chilly winter air stings your nose and ears. What do you do? You grab a jacket, gloves and maybe a neck gaiter. Pretty standard stuff, but fish have no such options. They gotta deal with whatever nature throws their way by being smart and seeking refuge in life-sustaining habitat.
The late Jerry Clower may be the only person that coon hunting ever made famous, or vice versa. The “Mouth of Mississippi” won a bushel of country comedy awards and never recorded an album or put on a performance without telling a good coon hunting story.
Winter crappie fishermen are deep thinkers; but don’t be intimidated if your name doesn’t include a PhD, MBA or some other evidence of academic ascension. Truth be told, all you really need to know is this: Where’s the deep water?
After four long years of trail cam hide-and-seek, Logansport’s Donald Alexander finally caught up with a magnificent 199-inch DeSoto Parish buck he nicknamed Crab Claws. For the full story on how the big deer went down, go to page 20.