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Slime Sloppers

That 10-foot surge of salt water from Katrina over our marshes wasn’t enough it seems. As lagniappe, this year we get a low river and drought — just in case some grass might have even thought about growing back.[…]

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T-Minus-8 Bucks

“When a big, old buck shows up, you’ve got about 8 seconds to get on him and pull the trigger.” I first heard that theory amidst the smoky, chilly air around a deer camp fire pit.[…]

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Welcome Crowds

Aaron Toups had laid claim to the stretch of woods around him by nestling in his tree stand long before the first rays of dawn vaulted over the horizon, but he saw something that would make most hunters cringe as the forests around him brightened.[…]

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Reactive Reds

It didn’t take long for Capt. Cade Thomas and me to get tired of hauling water at the Jump at Venice. Our ice chest, void of any speckled trout, reminded me of a sign I saw leaving a lake one day that read, “Cuz, you should have been here yesterday.”[…]

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Ship Shape

With another successful recreational red snapper season under his belt, Capt. Tommy Pellegrin quickly adapts his methods to concentrate on the mixed bag of other species that swarm the platforms and reefs near his home port of Cocodrie.[…]

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Ravenous Reggio Redfish

Did you ever have a craving for a certain thing? You know what I mean; sometimes you just crave something in particular, like Chinese food or Mexican food. Or ice-cream. Or a Snickers bar or an Almond Joy.[…]

Bass Fishing

Battered, Bruised, and Beautiful

While watching the TV announcers trying to fill time during the lightning delay in the LSU-Mississippi State game, I heard one of them say, “Things aren’t quite the same around these parts, but you can tell it’s coming back because you can see these people doing what they do.”[…]

Bass Fishing

Rooted in the Red

I love the Red River. I’ve tried to impartially write about each of the Louisiana waterways I’ve covered so far this year, but I can’t recuse myself from this one. I’m biased toward the Red River, and I can’t withdraw my emotions.[…]

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Squirrel Starters

It’s as real to me today as it was when it happened more than half a century ago. When my dad told me to pull on my boots, grab my jacket and come with him, I knew what that meant, especially if it happened on a Saturday morning in October.[…]

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Big, Bad Bodcau

Bobby Taylor gave up hunting in the 1980s when all of the land on which he had chased deer for years was leased out. “We used to be able to hunt wherever we wanted,” the Haughton hunter said.[…]