Surf-Time Awakening
The early morning sun had scarcely peeked over the cloudy horizon when shrilling cries of sea gulls dive-bombing for bait awakened us.[…]
The early morning sun had scarcely peeked over the cloudy horizon when shrilling cries of sea gulls dive-bombing for bait awakened us.[…]
Doink!
A jolt of energy shot up my line and transferred to my rod tip. Some unseen fish had just struck my silver Croakertail bait; there was no doubt about it.[…]
Steve Lahare can make a sandwich better than Emeril Lagasse and complete an income-tax return faster than H&R Block, but when it comes to fishing, he’s no Bill Dance.[…]
Passing anglers might have thought Raymond Aucoin was after tuna in his flatboat if it hadn’t been for the fact he was anchored more than 15 miles north of the open Gulf.[…]
SOUTH COVER: Metairie CPA Steve Lahare found the speck fishing to be quite favorable last summer. Will the results be the same this year?
Photo by TODD MASSON[…]
Transition is one of those words that even the most seasoned speckled trout anglers abhor.[…]
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.[…]