Trolling the Trestles
I pulled out my hand-held GPS to check our speed. Once all the satellites kicked in, it registered the incredible velocity of 2.4 knots. That’s right, two point four.[…]
I pulled out my hand-held GPS to check our speed. Once all the satellites kicked in, it registered the incredible velocity of 2.4 knots. That’s right, two point four.[…]
The early morning sun had scarcely peeked over the cloudy horizon when shrilling cries of sea gulls dive-bombing for bait awakened us.[…]
Doink!
A jolt of energy shot up my line and transferred to my rod tip. Some unseen fish had just struck my silver Croakertail bait; there was no doubt about it.[…]
Steve Lahare can make a sandwich better than Emeril Lagasse and complete an income-tax return faster than H&R Block, but when it comes to fishing, he’s no Bill Dance.[…]
Louisiana bass anglers haven’t had a native son to cheer for during the Bassmasters Classic since 1999, when Baton Rouge’s Rodney Wagley earned a berth in the first New Orleans Classic.[…]
Homer Humphreys wheeled around on the front deck of his Bass Cat boat.[…]
“You’re not going to believe this,” said Bryce Michel as we sped across Lake Decade. “I don’t know how much they told you about this deal, but it really is unbelievable.”[…]
Passing anglers might have thought Raymond Aucoin was after tuna in his flatboat if it hadn’t been for the fact he was anchored more than 15 miles north of the open Gulf.[…]
“Lunker bass fever” excitement has faded since the glory years of the 1990s in Louisiana.[…]
It didn’t take five minutes to get the first bite.
The jig was pitched to a cypress tree in the dead-end canal, and the angler’s line moved about 6 inches to the side.[…]
I picked up the phone and politely said hello. The caller didn’t have time for such pleasantries. Instead, he began panting something into the phone.[…]
Anybody who has wet a line past the breakers of our state’s barrier islands knows that the stakes go way up regarding the health of most all fish on the food chain. Safety in numbers is the motto for many kinds of baitfish, but speed is what most anglers find much different among the dozens of species seen on most excursions where water clarity is measured in feet rather than inches.[…]
Transition is one of those words that even the most seasoned speckled trout anglers abhor.[…]
It was the fall of 1814. Two men half poled, half paddled a creaky wooden boat along the shoreline of Lake Borgne.[…]
A shiver coursed through my body as I stowed my gear in the cabin at Wildwood Resort, and the words of my editor sounded softly in the corners of my mind as I tightened my jacket.[…]
Eddie jerked his head and waved his arms frantically while trying to help with the boat straps. “G**damn gnats!” he sputtered, “ahh-ahh! I’d forgotten about these blasted things!”[…]