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Breton Sound Blast

You don’t see many houseboats with hot tubs.

“Leave it to Doc Fontaine to break new ground,” Pelayo said as he, Chris and I clamped up the stairs to the houseboat deck. And it’s not like his two-story Venice houseboat wasn’t ritzy enough without it.[…]

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The Life of a Fawn

Spring gives way to warm days as the summer season nears. Pesky insects start to dominate the woodlots and open fields. For the young whitetails that survived the pursuit of predators, now their lives of growing into mature deer begin to unfold.[…]

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Downriver Garden

Spring is finally in full bloom. Winter has released its icy grip for another year, and the birds are back to singing their merry tunes. Bees are buzzing, grass is growing and the gardeners among us are glad to get their fingers down in the soil again.[…]

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The Sea Monster

The strongly built man leaned against the heavily bowed rod. Rivers of sweat poured from under his sun visor and ran down his face. His green fishing shirt was soaked. His muscles burned with pain.[…]

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Fabulous 5

Most of the time you’ll find bream not as big as crappie and not as heavy as bass or catfish. You may have to clean quite a few, especially if you fillet them, to feed a family for a Friday night fish fry.[…]

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Saltwater Series: Pelican Pass

Folks in Louisiana are used to “passing a good time,” and of those folks wanting to pass a good time on the water this month need to hook up the boat and drive down Highway 315 in southern Terrebonne Parish until the pavement ends.[…]

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Cork Screwed

Capt. Theophile Bourgeois pulled his camouflage neck gaiter above his lips before he started talking. Trying to hear what he said through the gaiter, over the growl of his outboard and through the hood of my own 100 m.p.h. rain suit was difficult.[…]

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Lacombe’s Largess

The kayak was a definite tip-off. The fly rod even more so. Now while Eddie and Pelayo talked him up after we parked behind him on Lacombe’s Lake Road, I nonchalantly slipped around to the back of his Prius to view the obligatory “HOPE” bumper sticker.[…]

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Bully Blues

“Bully, bullyyy,” chanted my fishing partner Joey Ratcliff almost to the tune of the old Sam the Sham and the Pharoahs 1965 hit Wooly Bully after he grunted hooking a big blue catfish.[…]