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It’s time to give back

I  went through a tournament-fishing phase when I was in my 20s and thought I had outgrown my bream-fishing childhood. I fished the old Greenwell Springs Marine Pro-Am as a no-boater and was a member of Sunshine Bass Club.[…]

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We’re so spoiled

We Louisiana coastal anglers are like spoiled children. No, really. We’re so used to catching gobs of speckled trout that when fishing gets tough we immediately determine there just must be something wrong with the fishery.[…]

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More ducks is good news? Maybe, but …

No one who really knows me would accuse me of being a die-hard duck hunter. While I’ve spent a lot of time over the years pointing a shotgun at waterfowl (“pointing” being the operative term), what has traditionally gotten my hunting juices flowing has been the thought of climbing into a tree and having a deer — any deer — walk into range.[…]

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I can’t stand a liar

I remember saying I would never think like my dad, the hard-nosed redneck who raised me under a regime of strict rules and hard work. I promised to never say the things he said, and I’d be my kids’ best friend.[…]