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KISS not just a rock band anymore
I’ll never forget the time one of my 7th-grade classmates totally outwitted our science teacher, who had more degrees than a thermometer.[…]
Freshwater Fishing
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Form Follows Function
It doesn’t take much to make Bobby Phillips happy. All he really needs is a couple shiners and a few willing white perch.[…]
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Basin’s Bream Buster
It wasn’t a man on the bow of the boat.
It was a machine.[…]
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All in the Family
In a world full of eroded family ties, North Louisiana is a place where the true family spirit can still be found. This section of Louisiana that has been titled “Sportsman’s Paradise” by the Louisiana Office of Tourism could more aptly be called “Sports-family’s Paradise.”[…]
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Cover: July 2005
Chinquapin don’t only bite in the springtime. Learn how to catch these tasty fish in[…]
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Red-Hot Summer
Before turkey hunting totally messed up my mind, I always looked forward to spring and the opportunity to trailer my boat to a nearby lake to do battle with big, sway-bellied spawning bass, crappie hanging out around the roots of shallow cypresses or my favorite, finding a bed of bream.[…]
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The Patron Saint of Bream
The cricket skittered across the water’s surface, frantically trying to reach the nearest tree. Ripples that telegraphed its position to every fish within yards radiated from the insect with every kick of its legs.
The insect would pause every few inches, either to catch its breath or to allow the damning wavelets to dissipate. Then it would continue its voyage, drawing nearer to safe haven with every powerful surge.
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Flooded Felines
The sky was a gorgeous dark grey — almost black — as we pounded into Breton Sound. Lovely little white caps topped the waves like frosting on chocolate cake, the swells between them heavily rippled by the savage gusts that had kicked up just seconds earlier.[…]
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Blue-Collar Cats
“Come on, come on, don’t play with it. Yeah baby,” Christine whooped.Swinging my seat around to watch the action, I was just in time to see her give a non-lady-like, lip-ripping yank.[…]
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Basin Bream Bash
Gabby was never much of a fisherman. Oh, sure, she’d go out with the family when we would fish, but just so she could feel the wind in her hair as we ran the boat from one spot to another.[…]
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Ain’t nothin like the almost-real thing
Crappie. White Perch. Sac-a-lait. Call them whatever you want, but in the Cormier household, we call them “dinner.” Nothing brings everyone to the table faster than a fresh-fried batch of these tasty critters.
For that reason, anytime I’m on the water and fishing sac-a-lait, I practice a different form of catch-and-release. I catch the sac-a-lait, then release them into my ice box.[…]
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Blind Luck
The anglers shivered as the boat came off plane, evidence that leading edge of a cold front working its way through the state had reached Blind River.[…]
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Hopping the Tops
The promise of numbers of crappie rang in my head as I watched Garrett napping across the seats of the big Bass Cat.[…]
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Cover: July 2004
If you cut your buzzbait off as soon as the sun gets above the trees, you don’t know what you’re missing.[…]
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Jugheads
Catfishing is one of Louisiana’s most popular pastimes. For generations, we have pursued Mr. Whiskers with traps, nets, yo-yos, rod and reel, and old-fashioned cane pole. Today, more and more fishermen are trying an old, but relatively unknown, method — jugging.[…]
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Child’s Play
Well, let’s try this again,” I said as Clay pushed the boat out from the muddy Dugdemona river bank. This was the second time in a week that my cousin Clay Scoggin, his son Jake and I had come here to participate in a North Louisiana springtime ritual: yo-yo fishing.[…]