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.[…]
Hear that? That’s the sound of millions of bass moving to the beds.[…]
Kirk Stansel was worried when he finally made it back to his lodge after Hurricane Rita tore through Southwest Louisiana in September.[…]
Time travel is a scary proposition.
For one thing, you never know if the portal you slide down is two ways. I mean, really, when you’re vaporized from one era and reconstructed in another, is there any guarantee you’ll be able to get back to where you started?[…]
It was still dark in the pre-dawn hours of a Thursday morning when I shook hands with Capt. Chad Dufrene and we sat down for breakfast at Rose’s Café in Golden Meadow.[…]
Folks living in the northern portion of the state don’t have far to look when seeking good fishing waters.[…]
With over 600,000 acres, Louisiana’s Kisatchie National Forest can seem an overwhelming place to find a turkey, much less to end a hunt successfully.[…]
Jody Perrault and Travis Brown struggled to bring their sack of bass to the scales at the conclusion of the Bass Busters Team Trail kick-off tournament at Lake Concordia last February.[…]
I was in my sixth decade of life before I was even remotely interested in spring turkey hunting.[…]
Those fish aren’t gonna hit that plastic,” my fishing buddy said emphatically more than a decade ago.[…]
The wind whipped across Toledo Bend the day after a front passed, and Joe Joslin wasn’t look forward to running north from his camp to the relative protection of Six Mile Creek.[…]
The first thing that stood out to me was just how clear the water was. I mean, this was Lake Pontchartrain — post Katrina.[…]
This hunting season was the first in several years that featured consistently cool weather, and Louisiana’s sportsmen responded by hitting the woods with dreams of big bucks dancing in their heads.[…]