Kickin’ it old school — Trout will still fall for old-school equipment
My plan seemed simple enough: I wanted to fish with some old gear to see if it’d still function and produce the way I remembered.[…]
My plan seemed simple enough: I wanted to fish with some old gear to see if it’d still function and produce the way I remembered.[…]
Imagine my surprise when I got a late-February call from Capt. Andy Jones, who said he was not just catching trout on the Causeway but that he was spanking them — and nice trout, at that.[…]
It seems that in every family there is one child who gets all the attention. The kids are outspoken, witty and interesting. At family gatherings, they keep everyone entertained.[…]
You’re a high-school senior, a female and you have something you want to get done before graduation.[…]
John Odom is a big guy — 6-foot, 4-inches and 290 pounds “after a recent diet,” he informed me.[…]
“Cripes Sammy! How can you take it?” I asked. “The water has got to be freezing cold in April.”
Sammy Romano flashed his famous ear-to-ear grin.[…]
With not a ripple on the surface or a cloud in the sky, Capt. Charlie Thomason took his bay boat down a shoreline of Hopedale. […]
Turkeys have the reputation for being notoriously difficult to kill, especially for novice hunters.[…]
Mike Wood is a biologist by profession. But when you boil it all down, he’s a fisherman first.[…]
OK, a lot of the fame and celebrity we see in this world boils down to a whole lot of overblown self-promotion.
Not so for Toledo Bend.[…]
Rockefeller, po boy, half shell — it doesn’t matter how you like your oysters, you’ll love their fish-friendly appeal.[…]
Big trout will be patrolling the beaches at Elmer’s Island, just waiting for surf anglers to show up.[…]
Big trout will be patrolling the beaches at Elmer’s Island, just waiting for surf anglers to show up.[…]
This is when the big girls will be moving shallow at Toledo Bend, and we provide you with baits and locations to make the most of your time on the nation’s No. 1 bass fishery.[…]
You heard the one about the elite, big-fish speckled trout snob in Delacroix in March?
Well, there was this creek. And there was this paddle. The guy was up the creek: Aw heck, you know the rest.[…]
“No! “the women shrieked, while swiveling their heads from Doc to Artie. “Not another one!”[…]