When the big river runs green and the north winds blow cold, theirs only one place in the world you'll find this ole boy!
As the sun tipped the rozos Friday afternoon a rainbow of color illuminated my sparkle beetle bumping across a sandy south pass flat. Man was the water pretty and oh man was it full of hungry mouths! Speckled monsters where first on the attach in the battle hole. Over the.... Read More
After a bunch of good bucks on camera in my favorite LA honey holes 3
weeks in the trees had started proving futile, since all my big boys
decided to go completely nocturnal on me. With an upcoming turnaround
at work about to start I decided to pack it up for a long weekend and
try my luck about 500 miles to the west.
Friday morning brought just about the best conditions a hunting.... Read More
Went to the deep water this weekend to tangle up with some big nasty pelagic predators. As the sun was setting Saturday night the mahi where flying! Nothing like the explosion of brilliant yellow and emerald to get the blood flowing. As the big steel giant lite up and the flare bellowed fire like a golden dragon the torpedo's began firing. Big boys baby! here they came like giant submarines.... Read More
Any one else see the pod of killer whales (orcas) out of the mouth of the river this weekend. We spotted these a few miles out of main pass on our way to catch some yellowfin. Pretty Crazy I didn't even know they came in the gulf.
Went up north this weekend and put the hammer down. All the warm weather made for an early breeding season so the big boys where looking for some tail. 2 days of glassing Gods beautiful country and some sweet pluckin was all it took the fill our tags with some big nasty bearded dragons.
Ended the weekend on a high note! The day time fishin in the old oxbow's was super slow. Trees, flats, piers... plastic, spinners, and cranks,it didnt matter the fishing was slow. Since the bite did pick up a little in the evening we decided to fish the lights into the night and ohh boy! The green monsters where holding the fish and they where hungry! If it looked like a shad and twiched like a.... Read More
The season ended just right Sunday morning! The hot late season weather had led to some pretty futile mallard hunts the past month but this weekend we finally found um. Up the river and through the woods we went, looking for those shiny pearl green heads.
As the orange haze began to pour through the canopy of willows and the freezing water seeped into my thorn torn waders an amazing sound.... Read More
I know the kamakazi titles getting old, but if there was ever a hunt that epitomized the crazy Japanese bombers crashing out of the sky it was Mondays hunt. We where in the clouds as the morning sun tried to brighten the day. The duck spread sat motionless as the thick fog bank settled on the rice fields. No morning flight of greys, no whistling wings of pintail, no chuckling of specks, nothing.... Read More
Ohhhh gotta love the second split. A little cold weather brought the trophies to the end of the world for an amazing shoot this weekend.
When you go to your favorite hole and the coon tail grass has been stripped to bare reeds and it looks like someone bush-hog'd the top of the water, your gonna be in for a good hunt. As the first glimmer of light streamed through the rozos the splash party.... Read More
A strong southeast wind and a dreary day made for some “speck-tacular” shooting in the south Louisiana rice fields Saturday morning. The big ducks where coming in hot and the specks locked up. The big barred out generals had the wings flippin and the orange feet dangling. The full chokes where squeezing that BB shot just right. Well worth the honking and gurgling until I was blue in the face to.... Read More
Another spectacular opening weekend at the rivers end. Friday evening when silhouettes of whistling wings flew past a huge blood red moon and big reds zipped drag from the reels we knew it would be on. As the sun came up Saturday morning the steel started flying. Pintail, widgeon, and greys crashed to there death one after another until our limit was filled. Thunder from the surrounding marsh.... Read More