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Grand Lake Triple Play

Down here in the Deep South, we don’t really get to enjoy four different seasons like folks do farther north. I always heard that each season — spring, summer, fall and winter — had its own unique characteristics, and up north, those folks actually get to experience them.[…]

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Lump My Ride

Each December, anglers from near and far trek to the famed Midnight Lump, or Sackett Bank, located south of Venice to do battle with triple-digit yellowfin tuna, giant mako sharks and other trophy fish.[…]

Bass Fishing

Doomed!

Bass once made up much of my family’s diet from the 1960s until the mid-1980s. If you go back to the history of catch and release, you’ll see that Ray Scott, founder of B.A.S.S., originally initiated this program, since he’d received so much criticism in the early days of B.A.S.S about his tournament anglers catching and killing large numbers of big bass.[…]

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Delta Ducks

I didn’t really know what I was getting myself into when I accepted retired LSU biologist Jerald Horst’s invitation to spend a couple days hunting the Atchafalaya Delta WMA with him.[…]

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Water, Water, Everywhere

Julio Basas had seen some big rubs, and knew there should be a big deer hanging around the area. The Morgan City hunter also had seen a faint trail the buck was using — when the water was low enough to reveal damp soil.[…]

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Stuck in the Middle

In the beginning, Lloyd Landry was just like any other conscientious Louisiana duck hunter. He would study duck flights and feeding patterns in the Venice area, and set up his blind along primary flight corridors.[…]

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Beauty & the Beast

The traditional fairy tale Beauty and the Beast is a perfect example of situational irony. Readers don’t expect Beauty, or Belle in the Walt Disney version, to ever fall in love with such a hideous looking beast, but that’s exactly what happens in the end.[…]

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Crash Landing

Twenty minutes into a 50-minute plane ride at the end of a five-day grizzly bear hunting trip, Jody Vaccarella of Franklin quit thinking about the wondrous sights he’d just seen in the unspoiled wilderness of Alaska.[…]

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Duck Restaurant

Pelayo knelt near the bow sweeping the Q-beam along the squiggly trenasse. I steered the little 9 1/2-horse outboard while trying to heed his frantic arm motions to turn this way, then suddenly THAT way.[…]

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Mishmash in the Marsh

I withdrew into my parka as Kirk Stansel buzzed his way through the narrow maze of ditches that ran through the marsh. The mix of stinging raindrops and the slapping reeds was a bit too much for the senses at such an early hour.[…]