Echoes of Yesterday
Once upon a time, a man walked alone on a desolate pothole prairie in Southwest Louisiana, shrouded in the mist of a cold winter morning.[…]
Once upon a time, a man walked alone on a desolate pothole prairie in Southwest Louisiana, shrouded in the mist of a cold winter morning.[…]
Jagged bolts of lightning flashed through the blinds of the Sandpiper Cove, and the accompanying boom of thunder rocked us from our warm bunks long before the requested 5 a.m. wakeup call.[…]
Just at the edge of the shadow cast by Baton Rouge lies one of the most underestimated lakes in the entire state of Louisiana.[…]
Sometimes it’s flat, no breeze in your face. Sometimes there’s a chop and the wind ripples your clothes. And sometimes you don’t want to be out there at all in those near-offshore waters of the Gulf of Mexico.[…]
The red torpedo cork hit the duckweed and just kept going. For a moment I could only imagine the terror that fat cricket must have experienced as it plunged below the water’s surface only to find itself being sucked between the lips of a giant warmouth.[…]
Feel that?
That’s the same feeling ducks begin to get late in the summer when the sun’s daily arc creeps closer and closer to the horizon.It’s the same longing the swallows have when their tiny bird brains dream of Capistrano.[…]
I used to think God was mad at me for spending too many Sundays fishing bass tournaments rather then sitting in church.[…]
The Wax Lake area is like a gift to Louisiana’s bass anglers.[…]
The Wax Lake area is like a gift to Louisiana’s bass anglers.[…]
Real fishing heroes aren’t made at the Bassmasters Classic or the FLW Championship. Real fishing heroes are made on ponds, lakes and creeks all across the United States every day as parents and grandparents take a kid on their first fishing trip.[…]
They’ve had a bird’s eye view of the good and bad. They’ve seen Native Americans cracking mussel shells before Henry Shreve even thought about cracking up the logjam on the Red River.[…]
I’ve done a bit of snooping around the Louisiana High School Athletic Association records, and quite frankly, I’m a tad disappointed. […]
When it comes to game birds, the wild turkey has no rival. Like nothing else in nature, the reluctant fliers are respected, admired and cursed by hunters from sea to shining sea.[…]
No one will ever convince me that there is a tougher game animal on the North American continent than the Eastern wild turkey.[…]
April signals the arrival of many spring traditions across Louisiana — among them Jazz Fest, crawfish boils and strawberries.[…]
Fog wrapped up the Mississippi River passes as sunlight slowly beat back the darkness. And so we sat at Venice Marina, chatting and watching workers repair hurricane damage to the facility.[…]