Shallow minded — Why you should stay shallow for winter bass
It’s hard to think deeply when you have a shallow mind.
And I would wager that most Louisiana bass anglers have shallow minds.[…]
It’s hard to think deeply when you have a shallow mind.
And I would wager that most Louisiana bass anglers have shallow minds.[…]
We’ve all been there: Birds glide in over the decoys ever so gracefully, shots erupt from the hidden hunters but nothing falls.[…]
There is no question that southern pines dominate the woodland landscape in the northwest, westcentral and the Florida Parishes regions of the state.[…]
Learn everything you need to know to take a late-season buck, and check out the gallery of trophies — like this one killed Oct. 22 by Chet Slaydon.[…]
Consider the modern duck hunter.
Armored in the newest pattern of camouflage, he sports two lanyards around his neck, each with four calls on it. His chariot is a specially designed shallow-water hull, powered by not one but two souped-up surface drive engines.[…]
It was a blasted shame. On one couch in a comatose sugar shock was my son-in-law, staring at the television. In my lounge chair reclining rocker was my oldest son and his wife, both sawing logs sound asleep.[…]
“Here it’s almost Christmas!” snorted Artie’s brud-in-law Anthony (pronounced: “Ant-Knee.”) “But for us it’s still TEAL season! That’s almost all we been gettin’ — and mostly bluewings to boot!”[…]
“That’s a big trout, Momma. Be careful! Take your time, Momma. Bring him this way.”[…]
Outdoorsmen will appreciate the quiet operation, instant starting ability and lightweight construction of STIHL battery-powered equipment. Each tool in this innovative battery system is powered by Lithium-Ion technology, delivering long run times with no gradual drop in power.[…]
I had to watch out for the traffic.
Cars and trucks thundered up and down Louisiana Highway 1, the only route into Grand Isle, not only what is arguably the state’s only fishing resort but a thriving base for the oil and gas industry.[…]
“‘A face only a mother could love,’ goes the saying, right?” snorted Doc’s cousin Brian as he returned from yet another run to the sheepshead ceviche platter with another heaping plate. […]
Imagine my surprise to find long-time Golden Meadow charter Capt. Chad Dufrene fishing out of Delacroix Island — not just occasionally, but full time.[…]
“If it doesn’t fire you up to see a group of specks come in your face, flying 15 yards over your head with their feet down — and you’re looking into their eyes and you see the bars light up in the sun — if that doesn’t fire you up, then you don’t need to be out here.”[…]
Wood — once a tree, felled by man or nature, it’s now a bass fortress and a structure to be negotiated, encroached upon, invaded by those seeking a face-to-face with said fish.[…]
Ducks go where ducks go.
No experienced waterfowler will argue with that.[…]
“She’s ate up with fishing!” the man said. “She starts texting me about noon to go fishing. She’s the honey badger of fishing: She just takes what she wants!”[…]