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Guaranteed Action
Zack set the hook and erupted with a mighty “WHOOOAH!” His rod bashed the console as it dipped to the water. […]
Articles by Humberto Fontova
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Don’t sit, Hunt!
“Look at ’EM ALL!” Pelayo whacked my shoulder and pointed through the passenger window. I turned, and my eyes bugged. […]
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Wild Duck Chase
The call of the wild. To Jack London, it meant wolf howls echoing through snowy valleys of the Alaska wilderness. To me, it sounds like geese — that distant honking that always jerks your gaze skyward and sets your neck craning around, searching for the source. […]
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Hunt like a Gypsy
The DU banquet was PACKED to suffocation. […]
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Song Sung Blue
And here I thought “Shark Expert” Dr. Erich Ritter took the cake. […]
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It Ain’t Rocket Science
Twelve-year-old Louis Rossignol Jr. hadn’t been in his box stand overlooking the foodplot for 10 minutes, and his heart was already in his throat. His eyes bugged. He didn’t breath; he gasped. His father — tense, eyes riveted — looked over his son’s shoulder. […]
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Delta Teal Revisited
The teal opener and it’s a coolish 63 degrees. Could anything be more GLORIOUS?! […]
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Born Again!
What luck. The doggone drawbridge was open on the Causeway. Just what I needed. […]
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Short-Changed
These didn’t look ANYTHING like pick-box draftees. None wore the battered sneakers and long-sleeved work shirt. None wore that huge straw sombrero and baggy pantaloons. None looked like Edith Bunker or Phyllis Diller. No, the sight of these had us RIVETED. […]
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Bays, Bayous, Buras
Eddie jerked his head and waved his arms frantically while trying to help with the boat straps. “G**damn gnats!” he sputtered, “ahh-ahh! I’d forgotten about these blasted things!” […]
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Coastal Killers
“There’s somebody back there!” Eddie hissed, spraying me with whiskey spittle as he pointed a gloved finger behind the duck blind. “I’ve been hearing them all morning.” His eyes were wild. His lips quivered. “SEE!….. Hear THAT?!” […]
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Do It Yourself Tuna
Mother Nature’s been good to Louisiana. She saw to it that the liquid-swollen Mississippi River weaved unsteadily across our front yard, staggered through the hall and kitchen, grabbed a hold and steadied itself around the Greater Macedonia Baptist Church, and finally puked its guts out below Venice. […]