We’ve all had our light-bulb moments. A challenge, dilemma or otherwise perplexing situation spurs our imagination and dips deep into the gravy bowl of creativity to bring up the tasty nuggets that make us shout, “I’ve got it!”[…]
It’s 5:55 a.m. on a weekday morning, and veteran saltwater fishing guide Erik Rue is heading out in his 24-foot Triton.[…]
Many Louisiana bass anglers shun crankbaits – to their peril.[…]
Your squirrel call doesn’t work,” I told Shannon Talkington, the inventor of the Mr. Squirrel whistle call.[…]
Noelle Avanzino’s bible verse for the week of Oct. 8, 2006, was Hebrews 11:1: “Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see.”[…]
Duck hunting, as I constantly explain to greenies, is mainly bird-watching.
“I’m more of a bird-watcher than you,” I snort at them.[…]
Many anglers believe that successful summertime fishing for speckled trout demands live bait, but that’s just not the case.[…]
Tom Maher doesn’t consider himself much of a fisherman. In April, though, he joined the ranks of those who are “addicted to fishing” after leading a group of employees and customers on an adventure to Venice.[…]
If Northwest Louisiana bass fishing guide Russ McVey were a character on television’s hit show 24, he would have been whacked several episodes ago.[…]
It doesn’t take much effort to see what the primary occupation of the locals is when driving toward Hopedale. Signs advertising saltwater fishing charters hang out from waterside boat docks and piers like Spanish moss dripping from the Evangeline Oak.[…]
Largemouth bass love grass and so do bass anglers, just not the kind that requires mowing Saturday mornings or that Bill Clinton didn’t inhale. […]
The greatest sportsman ever to occupy the White House was Theodore Roosevelt, who served as president from 1901-1909.Roosevelt was a large, barrel-chested man who was equally at ease in high society or the wilds of Africa.[…]
Sometimes the best way to stay unnoticed is to go along quietly, minding your own business right in front of everybody.[…]
Ernie Pyle called it the “thousand-yard stare.” Pyle was a WWII war correspondent who shared foxholes with the boys who won it. He wrote for the folks back home about the grunts and dogfaces and the holy hell they went through while blasting their way to victory — but from a front-line seat. Ernie was a “real-time” Stephen Ambrose.[…]
Spring sprung as suddenly as a wind-up Jack-in-a-box. For me, it sprung in the form of an alarm clock’s irritating buzzer awakening me out of a sound sleep at 3:30 in the morning.[…]
If you’re going to catch the most and the biggest bluegills from any bluegill bed, you have to pick bluegills just like you pick cotton,” said Nathaniel Davis, an elderly outdoor friend who helped me learn to hunt and fish many years ago. “You know how to pick cotton, don’t you?”[…]