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Bucks Look Up

I could see halfway down ivory antlers that looked wide and heavy moving above the gallberry bushes. I stood quietly, clicked my mechanical release onto the string of my bow and prepared to draw.[…]

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Black Gold

Gilbert’s James McMurray was getting worried. Deer season was ending and his freezer was sorely lacking packages marked “venison” to carry his family through the months ahead.[…]

Bass Fishing

Back to Normal

Like most everybody else in Southeast Louisiana after Hurricane Katrina, my family and I spent our days assessing damage, clearing downed trees and just generally looking after other folks. Normal seemed such a long way away. It still does.[…]

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The Cousin’s Tale

He missed the really exciting times in the swamp.

By the time he got out of the Army, back from Vietnam, and back in college, working on his graduate degree, it was several years after all the night hunting and control shooting had occurred.[…]

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Oodles of Options

Big Lake has a well-deserved reputation for outstanding speckled trout and redfish angling in its wide-open 52,000 surface acres.

But October provides an outstanding opportunity for fishermen to stretch their wings to other regions north of Calcasieu Lake.[…]

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Living (DU)large

Heaven for Brennan Head feels a lot like hell.

When the rest of South Louisiana is perspiring at leisure and debating the feasibility of cooking breakfast on the sidewalk, Head is smiling.[…]

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Keep Your Powder Dry

I admit I was pumped. The prospect of taking a deer with my muzzleloader on video set pretty well with me.

I was hunting with good friend Luke Lewis on a hunting lease that is adjacent to Jackson-Bienville Wildlife Management Area south of Ruston. Lewis, a wildlife biologist, planned to video me taking a deer on video, and was all set to preserve my special moment for my grandchildren to one day enjoy.
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Tarpon in the Triangle

As the morning sun was just starting to glow over the horizon, the Mr. Todd made its way down Tiger Pass. The needle on the vessel’s temperature gauge climbed almost as quickly as the thermometer, reflecting the record 95-degree heat radiating from the nearby marsh.

Capt. Coon Schouest slowed the vessel to check out the situation.[…]

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Slack Busters

Robbie’s face lit up. His eyes bugged. A crazy grin creased his face. He’d just answered the cell phone from the passenger seat as we passed the Greater Macedonian Baptist Church on the way down to Venice.[…]