My first encounter with large spanish mackerel left quite an impression. It was back many years ago. Mark Hilzim, current Sportsman VP of Sales and Marketing, and I took our wives down to South Seas Plantation Resort, located on Captiva Island in Southwest Florida.[…]
Dale Taylor had been slinging his black buzz bait all night long. Gayle, his wife, had turned it in long ago, and was resting peacefully on the back deck[…]
The memories of the summers of my youth growing up in rural North Louisiana are as vivid today as they were then — no school for three months, shoes and shirts tossed in the closet, cut-off jeans the only required apparel until September.[…]
August is an iffy month for fishing most any body of water in South Louisiana.Searing heat, time-consuming end of the summer activities and the beginning of the real tropical season tend to throw many fishermen off their rhythm in planning trips. […]
I grew up in the 1960s, when groups like the Beach Boys became rich and famous singing about surfing in the summertime.[…]
It wasn’t a man on the bow of the boat.
It was a machine.[…]
Dear Capt. Paul:
I received a Magellan Meridian Gold GPS for Father’s Day. I would to load a more detailed map of the Atchafalaya Basin and Venice area into the unit. What products do I need and where can I find them? What is the best software available to use with this system on my home computer?[…]
The sun was barely peeking through Venice’s roseau canes, but chirping could already be heard in the canal.[…]
The time of year was mid-summer. The time of day, dawn. The fishing hole, Lake D’Arbonne.[…]
The giant flare was as impressive audibly as it was in a visual sense, giving off a dull roar.[…]
Imagine that your boat is a plane flying over the lake bottom taking aerial photos of the bottom through windows on both sides of its hull, and you have a rough idea of what you get from Humminbird’s new Side Imaging feature.[…]
A different look and a different feel are the selling points of a new crankbait on the market.[…]
According to Roger del Rio, the dark side of the fly fishing force threatens.[…]
It flashed like a silver dish flipping underwater. The lane snapper shot one way and then another.[…]
The tide was slack when C.J. Rojas reached Barataria Bay, and the results of the first several hours of fishing were predictable.[…]
Ernie Pyle called it the “thousand-yard stare.” Pyle was a WWII war correspondent who shared foxholes with the boys who won it. He wrote for the folks back home about the grunts and dogfaces and the holy hell they went through while blasting their way to victory — but from a front-line seat.[…]