If I were a betting man, I’d be willing to bet that when Capt.Charlie Thomason was a kid, he was always in trouble. I picture him as the mischievous type, cutting up in class, constantly talking and generally disruptive.[…]
The whoops, roars and racket on Doc’s balcony for the post-Endymion party rattled the very tray as I carried the bowl of fresh-caught sheepshead ceviche to the serving table from the kitchen.[…]
Bring some big Rat-L-Traps to the Causeway this month, and you won’t go home empty handed.[…]
This one leans to the left; that one goes far right. Here’s one that keeps a centrist course.[…]
In my lifetime, I have only known the Delta to be an expanse of rowed-up dirt that is planted annually with various crops that feed and clothe the world. Deltans can look across a field that continues for miles with no apparent end.[…]
With the exception of what comes from wildlife and wild fisheries, almost everything the Earth’s peoples eat and wear comes from agriculture. The United States is truly a land of plenty, where real hunger isn’t felt. Hunters, like other Americans, have full mouths and bellies.[…]
In the northwest corner of Louisiana, Red River bass fishing guide Russ McVey sits in a box stand overlooking a pipeline with his daughter Madison about to run out of iPod battery. They hope a buck trying to recover from the rut wants to grab a few kernels of corn.[…]
Everybody wondered if the fishing action around Bayou Bienvenue could ever recover. Like so many other fishing areas in Southeast Louisiana, Bayou Bienvenue was adversely affected by the BP oil spill and the opening of the Bonnet Carre spillway.[…]
It is your classic good-news/bad-news tale. The good news is there are more red snapper around the oil rigs in the northern Gulf of Mexico today than ever before, and they are much bigger than they have ever been.[…]
Lincoln Parish deer measures 161 7/8 inches Boone & Crockett.[…]
Few hunters thing of Joyce WMA as a big-buck producer, and that’s just fine with Ricky Hano.[…]
I’m not sure what it means to hunt anymore.
I used to know, when I snuck through the hardwood ridge between my parent’s house and the Bogue Chitto River with my single-shot 20-gauge shotgun crossing my chest at the ready, listening for shaking tree branches.[…]
I had spent all morning in my chest waders quietly wading through the backwater on my Winn Parish deer lease.[…]
The Saints had just squeaked by Atlanta to clinch the wild-card playoff spot, and (not suspecting how Seattle would upset them during the play-off game) we were seriously pumped as we strolled outside onto Doc’s gazebo.[…]
It didn’t take much arm-twisting to persuade Casey Kieff (504-512-7171) to take me and a couple buddies on a quick trip to fish Magnolia Lagoon.[…]
As we soak our waders into yet another duck hunting season, many of us have already begun to reap the residuals from the productive ponds on our leases, while others have had ample time to allow their sore shooting shoulders to heal after experiencing the great pleasure of bagging the limits that come along with a guided trip.[…]