Doorway to Diversity
It was the fall of 1814. Two men half poled, half paddled a creaky wooden boat along the shoreline of Lake Borgne.[…]
It was the fall of 1814. Two men half poled, half paddled a creaky wooden boat along the shoreline of Lake Borgne.[…]
Eddie jerked his head and waved his arms frantically while trying to help with the boat straps. “G**damn gnats!” he sputtered, “ahh-ahh! I’d forgotten about these blasted things!”[…]
Generally, March is a warming month. It’s not really winter anymore, at least not here in the deep Gulf South.[…]
Glenn Leingang has nowhere to go but down. That’s what happens when you achieve the pinnacle of a sport so early in your career.[…]
“You cast that bait right over that reef, and I guarantee a fish,” said Buras fishing guide John L. Taylor, pointing his 7-foot Shimano V-series rod toward a small spit of land near a sun and rain-scrubbed white PVC pipe leaning at a 60-degree angle.[…]
An old, Middle-Eastern proverb says, “If Mohammed cannot come to the mountain, then the mountain must come to Mohammed.”[…]
The sky was gray with low, mid-winter clouds, but the speckled trout action quickly made us forget the raw morning chill.[…]
For once, the cursed weathermen were right. My fishing buddy, Perry Frey, and I opted to spend last Mardi Gras with our families at his camp in Delacroix rather than waving our hands in the air for trinkets along Veterans Boulevard. […]
The big Parker slid smoothly under the bridge, and the south end of Sabine Lake spread out before the anglers.[…]
A stiff south wind greeted Capt. Chad Billiot and Bobby Gros when they launched the boat.[…]
Launches at Myrtle Grove, Port Sulphur and Buras provide great opportunities to New Orleans anglers looking for speckled trout and redfish.[…]
April + American Bay = Awesome Trout.
It’s a formula that works every spring.[…]
It might never be proven conclusively, but it’s conceivable that Don Higgenbotham of Lafayette has magical powers.[…]