Caught reds and black drum in the current fishing passes in Point Au Fer Island.
Slammed several reds this morning.
Some ducks from the weekend.
9 year old's first duck. Bluewing Teal. What a blast.
My boy had a blast in Colorado fishing in some still waters off the White River. Here is his "hog" Rainbow Trout. It's not the biggest one he caught, but it's the biggest one he landed. AWESOME job Bubba ! ! !
Just a few pics from an outing this morning with the family. We broke in two first timers this morning. First redfish for the wife, and daughter. Wife caught a nice 24 incher and 4 others, Son caught a limit, daughter caught a few, and I caught a couple.
Here's a pic of a huge Black Drum I caught in nearly two feet of water.
Here are some pics of my son's first fishing trip for inshore redfish. We fished Atchafalaya Delta WMA. I need to know who does nice work on fish mounts near Morgan City.
I say this because any season I am able to go hunting is a perfect season. Shot more ducks this season than last season, but it's been awfully slow for the last several years in the marsh below St. Mary Parish. Last season 1 Widgeon Hen. This season, Two Mallard Drakes and a Bluewing Hen ! ! !
God bless ! !
What a hoot. My family was invited to hunt and fish private land in Baton Rouge this weekend. My hat goes off to Keith and his family for opening his home to my family. We fished from the time we got there in the early morning and caught bass and sacalait. We were still fishing when the dinner bell rang for grilled fresh sausage and ribeyes served with some of the best smothered potatoes EVER. After lunch, Lucas and I threw the football for quite a while because he wanted to work on "catcing the ball with his hands".........(most 8 year olds would have been in the house on the x-box or Wii, but not mine, he wanted to spend some time in the outdoors with his dad.........the wife and daughter were stuck on the fishing lake all day. When it was around 4:00PM, the call came to get set up for dove hunting. WHAT A BLAST. My son and I made our first dove hunt together and it was awesome. He got to finish off a cripple with his H&R Topper Classic loaded with 20ga #8s. We got home just in time to see the second half of the Tigers/SC game. Nice finish to a wonderful Saturday fishing, hunting, and catching the game with my family. We're truly blessed.
How 'bout The Good Ole Days
I started hunting with my best friend and his dad when I was 15. We had plenty hunts with other friends as well and they still stick in my mind as if it was yesterday. Waking up early and eating 'pip tarts', drinking water from that COLD aluminum cup on the back of the Anna Lee. Shooting the 22s after the hunt to pass the time before the afternoon hunt, and so many other memories. Dr. George and PawPaw Broussard assigned me to my own blind on the lease when I was 20 or so and told me NO GUESTS and that if I wanted to take a guest, I could get a dog to bring along!!!! When I realized that I was going to be going down to the lease and hunting on my own, now that I had a blind, I bought a lab. Jessie was a great little chocolate lab that had as much heart as any for the hunt. Dr. George let me borrow his aluminum fishing boat to take to the lease and back. I took PawPaw Broussard hunting with me fairly often. We loved it. I believe he quit coming out with me when he was in his early 70s. He would call ducks with the seriousness of any true hunter and after we would shoot, he would laugh out loud out of sheer enjoyment of what had just happened. Whether we hit or missed, he would laugh aloud because he had such a passion for hunting ducks that his love for the sport was nothing but contagious. He would encourage me to try and call ducks and would say that it sounded like a duck now and then to build my confidence. Whether it sounded ducky or not, he always encouraged me to keep trying, giving me subtle pointers along the way. PawPaw Broussard always had a story to tell when the shooting was slow. Sometimes he would tell the same story, but it was still interesting because he was taking time to show me what duck hunting was all about. I had enough respect for him to sit there and listen and laugh and enjoy the whole experience. I was there for the experience. I used to hunt for a certain species and gender of duck to make the hunt a challenge. One weekend I would shoot only Gadwall drakes, one week only Widgeon drakes, one week only Greenheads, or Teal, and the list goes on. I would shoot a hen now and then, but I got better as time passed. Often, when the hunt was over and I would paddle the pirogue around the 600 plus acres we had just to see the sights. Ducks, Nutria, Eagles, Otter, Beavers, Alligators, Snakes on occasion, we had it all. PawPaw Broussard passed on a few years ago and although I loved my grandfather dearly when he was alive and learned a lot about other things, I had a big enough heart to embrace and cherish each moment I was able to share with PawPaw Broussard as well. A legend in my mind and truly missed.
I remember this post. Anything different with DU?
I have a question.
What are your opinions on hunting guides that hide birds with bands so that they can get the band?
I know all of them don't do this, but I've heard of plenty of them that do. I personally disagree with their thinking that they are "due" the band because it's them that puts the hunters on the birds, and it's them that do all the work before the hunt.
Personally, I think that it's the trophy of the shooter in all situations and it is up to him or her to decide whether to allow the guide to have it or to keep it. I've had guests shoot banded birds on my lease many times in the past and it was not even a consideration for me to "take" the band. I was proud that they were able to shoot a trophy on my place.
What do y'all think? I want to hear from guides and outfitters on this one too.
No report. I saw a header on a friend's post once that stated this:
If guns kill people, pencils cause mis-spelled words.
I thought it was a resonable statement. Thought I'd share it.
We had several shots, but few hits this morning. Two Wigeons and that's it. We were picking up and as usual, two flocks of Mallards came in, so we had to get the guns out of the cases and reload while I called 'em in. A few broke off of the larger flock and gave us some shots, but busy calling, I wasn't loaded, one gun jammed, and the other gun missed. Fun hunt, as usual. Ate the ducks for lunch butterflied pan seared duck breast. The kids ate it up.
Chasu had a blast as well. GOOD BOY ! ! !
Here they are again. All of these deer were purchased from Antler Ranch outside of Fort Worth Texas. Don't know where they were shot, but they were purchased from Antler Ranch, a breeder ranch well known for their HUGE racks.
I have been looking at my father's family book recently put together by his first cousin. My grandfather told me over 20 years ago about how his family used to own land near Houma when he heard that I had become part of a duck hunting lease. He told me how they owned hundreds of acres, possibly somewhere near 2500 or more acres, they would hunt meat for food. He could remember how his grandpa would come home with others after a hunt. They would have plenty to eat and that they used some of the meat and fur for trading, it was how they survived. However, his story was this:
When he was a little boy, his grandfather "Hatch" was hunting with other family members on their property. After hunting, they were coming out of the woods where they were met by a few men that were hunting on the neighboring property. One of the men approached "Hatch" and asked if they could hunt on his land. He said no a few times, but they were persistant. Finally one of the men told "Hatch" that if he would let them hunt their land, that they would pay all of the property taxes, so he agreed with a handshake. Times were hard back then, but there were still some that had plenty enough money and hunted or fished for sport. My family farmed and hunted their land for food and trade in that area since 1830. One day, "Hatch" got a notice from the state that "his" land was being seized and he had so many days to come up with the money owed for past due taxes. Well, to say the least, he didn't have that much money so the land was seized and offered to the neighbor for amount of tax due. The "men" that approached my great great grandfather were ancestors of the people that currently own the area that is now called Lake Hatch Oil and Gas Field and Mandalay south of Bayou Black, LA near Houma. I've heard a few similar stories after telling friends about how we used to have all this land and it was legally stolen by smooth talking people that would take advantage of uneducated hard working folks. My family had been robbed of it's land claim and there was nothing they could do about it. I feel that part of my heritage has been stolen and there's nothing I can do about it.
I write this because I had to accompany an employee to the doctor's office that is owned by a descendent of the person that "stole" the land from my great great grandfather. He has numerous pictures of hunts with his family, children, grand children, friends and clients. Around every corner were pictures of deer, ducks, and a bunch of smiling faces. It made me want to walk out of that office, but I knew that he had nothing to do with what happened back then, so I just sucked it up. I guess it's the hand I was dealt, but I sure would like to have some of that back to take my kids to and show them where their great great great grandfather used to hunt and fish.
The link above is to a deer anatomy site showing vitals and "not so vitals". It was pretty interesting. Check it out.
I was able to fill my "non-resident" tags in WV over Thanksgiving week. I was allowed one buck and one doe. I saw the only bucks the entire week and took my first buck, a fairly young 6pt that was estimated at 151 lbs. It was 122 field dressed. I saw three bucks and 6 does on Monday for the opener and 5 does Wednesday. All together I shot my buck and a doe, the landowner shot three does and the other hunter busted the week. We were giving him a hard time because he was bringing a book to the stand and reading while up in the stand. This was not the best way to hunt deer, but at least he had fun. I was able to choose the largest buck because he was at the back of the pack that came through around my tree Monday morning. When I heard him coming I turned around and I think he saw me move, but could not figure out what was happening. As soon as he stepped out from behind the thicket, the 270 did it's job. The doe I shot Wednesday was browsing the ground with 4 others that had wandered into range while searching for acorns. We had a great week visiting some friends and was able to spend some time in the woods as well.
My son, daughter, and one of their friends have been catching bass and having a ball. Y'all should see my boy cast a rod at 6 years old. Here's some pics.