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Keep your hands off my PFD

My children, who, to their great fortune, inherited most of the good traits of their mother and few of the undesirable ones of their father, have always gazed longingly at the privileges society grants adults.[…]

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Bottom’s Up

Our party of 12 required two large restaurant tables to accommodate. As the waiter led us through the crowded restaurant to our tables, Eddie — as luck would have it — was the first in line, walking right behind “Sebastian, our waiter for the evening,” who had already introduced himself in a highly officious and animated manner.[…]

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Change of Pace

When Capt. Eric Dumas sped past the three bridges that span the eastern section of Lake Pontchartrain, I thought we might be going to fish the L&N train bridge farther to the east in the Rigolets. As he sped under it, I knew something was up.[…]

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Slumming the Beaches

There’s something to be said about slumming, and when it comes to springtime fishing in the narrow bayous that run into Atchafalaya Bay, you just might discover that one man’s trash is another’s treasure.[…]

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Christmas in May

Our teeth should have been chattering.

We should have been bundled to our necks with long-johns, fleece pullovers, fluffy coveralls and heavy coats stuffed with the latest creation from DuPont chemists.[…]

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Weather or Not

With the wind blowing at 20 knots, Lake Calcasieu looked like a chocolate milkshake. Most fair-weather fishermen had cancelled their trips, but Kirk and Guy Stansel, who fish there 250 days a year, would brave rain, sleet, snow or bright, hot sun to get you in a boat and try to find you fish.[…]