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Spoiled children

Ever been in a restaurant with your significant other and have the family from hell seated right next to you? You know the family I’m talking about: The one with three kids throwing nonstop tantrums while their parents seem oblivious to the chaos.[…]

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Lane snappers are candy

If red and mangrove snappers are the meat and potatoes of the snapper fishing world, then lane snappers are the dessert. Maybe that’s why one of their common names is candy snappers, although it’s probably because they are striped, like a candy cane. […]

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Varmint hunting (Deep South style)

I don’t know why we were never arrested.

Growing up in the Deep South years ago, if you liked to shoot, you had lots of opportunities. It was a more rural culture then, the city dwellers frequently being the first generation off the farm. Which meant the grandparents had property, and you could shoot then without worrying about nosy, complaining neighbors.[…]

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We’ve come a long way

As the title of this article suggests, when it comes to scouting camera technology and use, we have come a long way in a relatively short span of time. Scouting cameras of one form or another have been around for more than two decades, but the most-recent transformations of this tool have been nothing short of remarkable.[…]

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College kayaking clubs

Many college students dream of playing hooky to get out on the water for a day of fishing. (I hear some actually do it.) So how great would it be if there was an organization that promoted college fishing clubs and set up a system to allow friendly competition with the chance to win some great prizes?[…]

Bass Fishing

Booyah Boo Series

Two of America’s bass fishing legends turned artificial lure designers realized soon after the umbrella rig craze subsided somewhat that, indeed, the almighty mousetrap could be improved.[…]

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Revived passion

As a kid, I spent as much time as possible in the woods on the 600-acre working ranch on which we lived on the edge of Baton Rouge. During the summer, when I wasn’t sitting on a tractor bush-hogging a pasture or helping in the hay field, I ranged through the 300 acres of hardwoods doing whatever struck me at the time.[…]