It’s said that a frog will allow itself to be boiled alive if placed initially into a pot of water that’s cool. It won’t even notice the incremental change in water temperature until it’s too late. […]
A jolt of energy shot up my line and transferred to my rod tip. Some unseen fish had just struck my silver Croakertail bait; there was no doubt about it. […]
Steve Lahare can make a sandwich better than Emeril Lagasse and complete an income-tax return faster than H&R Block, but when it comes to fishing, he’s no Bill Dance. […]
There are many things I love about spring — manicured azaleas bursting with red, purple and white blossoms, the smell of freshly cut grass carried on thick breezes, and the rhythmic “tick-tick-tick” of a topwater bait that’s interrupted by an explosion from a yet unidentified fish. […]
Hey, buddy! How’s everything? Long time, no see. I know it’s probably taxing to run the entire free world, but hey, a 20-minute phone call is only 99 cents. Is 20 minutes too much to ask from an old chum? […]
For once, the cursed weathermen were right.
My fishing buddy, Perry Frey, and I opted to spend last Mardi Gras with our families at his camp in Delacroix rather than waving our hands in the air for trinkets along Veterans Boulevard. We figured it would be a lot more fun to fight speckled trout than drunken mobs. […]
Last month in this space, I called for the state to impose a stricter limit on speckled trout caught in Calcasieu Lake than that which applies across the rest of the coast. I invited readers to voice their opinions on https://www.louisianasportsman.com, and boy, did they ever. […]