Terry Jacobs is what you might call old school. He eschews the myriad scientific thinking with regards to American red snapper, his favorite fish. […]
Fishing the islands means different things to Louisiana speckled trout connoisseurs. Masses of pulverized shell, thick spartina grass rimmed by hidden oyster reefs and even near-perfect circles of roseau cane all have their place in different areas along the coast for anglers to hoist healthy yellowmouths over the gunnels. […]
Capt. Tommy Pellegrin of Custom Charters explains how to make quick work of a limit of delectable red snapper off the Louisiana coast. […]
Late-season goose hunting is tough, even with the benefit of expert calling and prime locations. New birds are a long-forgotten luxury, and existing flocks have been educated by three months worth of advanced hunting-pressure classes.
Hunters can tip the odds of getting one last waterfowl shooting fix in their favor with a large decoy and rag spread, said Goose Guide Inc.’s Clint Matthew. The Kaplan native has been guiding hunters to robust bags of specklebellies and, to a lesser degree snow geese and lesser Canadas, for more than 20 years. […]
Weather cycles pretty much make the fishing world go round in South Louisiana. The same cold fronts — along with the waning photoperiod — that drive speckled trout inland and the masses of white shrimp out also serve to sometimes violently flush the marsh when strong north winds make their way through the coastline.
At least on the west bank, Plaquemines Parish was truly a place of stark contrasts a week after Hurricane Isaac meandered off the mouth of the river. Belle Chasse was bustling; the lower end was cleaning up mainly wind damage.
The middle section, though, took it on the chin again. […]
Weather cycles pretty much make the fishing world go round in South Louisiana. The same cold fronts — along with the waning photoperiod — that drive speckled trout inland and the masses of white shrimp out also serve to sometimes violently flush the marsh when strong north winds make their way through the coastline. […]
Tournament redfishing — love it or hate it — has played an unquestioned role in two things: 1) permanently etching Louisiana as the redfish mecca, and 2) establishing competitors as innovators in catching fish regardless of conditions. […]
Minutes after surveying Breton Island’s surprising paucity of fish and off-colored water, Gibby Andry, Lyle Panepinto and I were passing over the solemn remains of what is left of Grand Gosier Island. A small spit of land and a series of sandbars and shallow flats offer a grim reminder of what once was a land mass significant enough to put on most state maps. […]
The Dulac/Cocodrie area presents a wide range of options for warm-weather speck chasers. From the Lake Barre oil and gas fields to the east to the feast-or-famine run to Raccoon Island and the small cluster of rigs to the west, anglers and area guides have lots to choose from in the sweltering summer months. […]
Louisiana redfishing is often thought of as the baseball equivalent of small-ball. Tippy, skinny water boats slinking though ponds and broken marsh with a push pole or trolling motor at its lowest setting. Anglers peering through a half dozen species of submerged vegetation, trying to differentiate the colors and motions of the preferred prey from that of mullet, sheepshead and the similarly colored stingray. And then barely daring to utter a harsh whisper when pointing out the telltale push or bright-red pectoral fins before the blunt-nosed bayou brawler comes into full view. […]
The inky black predawn ride to the field where Clint Mathews and his crew of guides set out a decoy spread of several thousand rags, shells, full bodies, kites and every other trick — past and present — known to the goose hunting world was notably longer than usual as last year’s specklebelly season wound down.
Few things in the Louisiana coastal fishing arena can match the fall and winter speckled trout run. The problem lies in the timing of such an event. Myriad factors go into exactly when the fish turn on, whether it’s catching them in the passes during years of a low Mississippi River or in the surrounding bays when the Big Muddy swells. […]
The stretch of shoreline looked like it was tailor-made for a pack of redfish to be roaming for a mid-morning meal. But, it wasn’t really all that different looking than the others we’d come across in the Myrtle Grove marsh that morning, and I was more than a little frustrated. […]