The memories of the summers of my youth growing up in rural North Louisiana are as vivid today as they were then — no school for three months, shoes and shirts tossed in the closet, cut-off jeans the only required apparel until September.[…]
August is an iffy month for fishing most any body of water in South Louisiana.Searing heat, time-consuming end of the summer activities and the beginning of the real tropical season tend to throw many fishermen off their rhythm in planning trips. […]
I grew up in the 1960s, when groups like the Beach Boys became rich and famous singing about surfing in the summertime.[…]
It wasn’t a man on the bow of the boat.
It was a machine.[…]
The sun was barely peeking through Venice’s roseau canes, but chirping could already be heard in the canal.[…]
The time of year was mid-summer. The time of day, dawn. The fishing hole, Lake D’Arbonne.[…]
The giant flare was as impressive audibly as it was in a visual sense, giving off a dull roar.[…]
It flashed like a silver dish flipping underwater. The lane snapper shot one way and then another.[…]
The tide was slack when C.J. Rojas reached Barataria Bay, and the results of the first several hours of fishing were predictable.[…]
Ernie Pyle called it the “thousand-yard stare.” Pyle was a WWII war correspondent who shared foxholes with the boys who won it. He wrote for the folks back home about the grunts and dogfaces and the holy hell they went through while blasting their way to victory — but from a front-line seat.[…]
When hurricane Ivan spared the majority of the population of Southeast Louisiana last fall, it certainly did the Breton and Chandeleur Island chain no favors.[…]
Lake Borgne has for a long time taken a back seat to its bigger brother, Pontchartrain, who likes to hog the spotlight and grab all the attention for the large trout it produces.[…]
It’s easy to outrun those huge tankers when they’re chugging upriver. They’re like us after a huge champagne brunch. You can almost hear them groaning as they churn slowly upriver, fully-laden, low in the water, every yard gained an agonizing effort.[…]
In a world full of eroded family ties, North Louisiana is a place where the true family spirit can still be found. This section of Louisiana that has been titled “Sportsman’s Paradise” by the Louisiana Office of Tourism could more aptly be called “Sports-family’s Paradise.”[…]
What is it about the flash of gold in green tinted water that makes so many of us go bonkers to the point of embellishment?[…]
The first day of the 2004 Redfish Tour Open Championship was fishing about how most everybody had scouted it.[…]