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Articles by Chris Ginn
Bass Fishing
Baker’s Bonanza
Never go against the family.
The only thing keeping me from heeding that menacing advice is that this family isn’t blood. […]
Bass Fishing
Night Bite
The towering thunderheads to the south were beginning to intermittently glow a dazzling bright orange color reminiscent of a carpet of bombs exploding in the wake of a passing B-52 Bomber. […]
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Striper Express
Homer Humphreys wheeled around on the front deck of his Bass Cat boat. […]
Bass Fishing
Sashay of the Senko
I picked up the phone and politely said hello. The caller didn’t have time for such pleasantries. Instead, he began panting something into the phone. […]
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Behemoth Bream
Eddie Halbrook turned his nose into the air and started sniffing. He looked like a beagle that just hit a hot trail. […]
Bass Fishing
Trappin’ Trees
Louisiana and the number ranking in a national list, the Saints and the playoffs, boiled crawfish and milk — it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that these things just don’t go together.
Yeah, you may come across a dubious list that has Louisiana ranked at the top of some bad-news category. The Saints may even make the playoffs a couple of times every 30 years or so, and you may see a child having to drink milk while eating boiled crawfish. But other than that, never the two shall meet.
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Bass Fishing
Tons of Fun
Years ago, Buck Perry taught bass anglers that there was an enormous population of fish that lived out in the middle of the lake. As professional anglers began unlocking the secrets of mining the depths they became the pioneers of deep-cranking, spooning and Carolina-rigging. […]
Bass Fishing
Tons of Fun
Years ago, Buck Perry taught bass anglers that there was an enormous population of fish that lived out in the middle of the lake. As professional anglers began unlocking the secrets of mining the depths they became the pioneers of deep-cranking, spooning and Carolina-rigging. […]
Bass Fishing
Lure of Louisiana
Larry Nixon walked away with the winner’s trophy and first-place check at the conclusion of the B.A.S.S. Louisiana Invitational at Lake Bistineau Feb. 17-19, 1982. Little did he, or anybody else for that matter, know that B.A.S.S. would not return to Louisiana for 16 long years. […]