Confessions of a Bird Watcher
“A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.” — Ancient proverb
If a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush, what is a Bush at hand worth under the birds?[…]
“A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.” — Ancient proverb
If a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush, what is a Bush at hand worth under the birds?[…]
The month of May was made for speckled trout and bream fishermen.[…]
The month of May was made for speckled trout and bream fishermen.[…]
The sign from a long-departed marina reads, “Welcome to the End of the World,” but for redfish anglers, Delacroix looks more like the pot of gold at the end of a rainbow.[…]
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.[…]
Remember in The Deerhunter when De Niro, after barbecuing the commie with the flamethrower then perforating him with his own AK-47, gets knocked down by a spate of explosions?[…]
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.[…]
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.[…]
If you look up “spunk” in the dictionary, you might find Keitha Broussard’s picture illustrating the entry.[…]
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.[…]
Capt. Greg Schlumbrecht believes that the old 80/20 rule is no more evident anywhere else in the world than it is at Lake Pontchartrain during May.[…]
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.[…]
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.[…]
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.[…]
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.[…]
“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.[…]