Southeast Louisiana’s piney woods deer change their patterns as the season wanes. You need to change your tactics, too. […]
“Some honey hole!” Eddie wailed as he stomped onto the porch after tying up the boat. “We was watching ducks most of the morning! But NONE would come NEAR Doc’s blind! […]
“Hunting’s for MEN!” Artie yelled, shaking his fist.
Then he turned, pointed at the tractor and plow in the shed alongside the camp, and yelled: “But farming’s for WOMEN!” […]
“My name is Chadwick, and I’ll be your waiter for this evening,” the poor guy said, with an accent that was obviously not local. “Tonight’s special is grilled bay snapper, topped with crab meat and served with braised brussels sprouts.” […]
“What a joke!” came the yell. “Why do I even bother watching this stuff? Deze guys ain’t hunting — not the way we do it down here in South Louisiana! They’re hunting a different animal on a different planet! Geeesh!” […]