Cokie’s golden day at the Meadow
“Hey dawtee, guess why Mars is red?”
My daughter was observing the planet through her binoculars. I anticipated some enlightenment from her 8th grade science class.[…]
“Hey dawtee, guess why Mars is red?”
My daughter was observing the planet through her binoculars. I anticipated some enlightenment from her 8th grade science class.[…]
Lafayette’s Evangeline Steakhouse had a familiar air about it when I walked through the doors to meet with the Acadiana Speck Club.[…]
It happens every year. Sometimes sooner, sometimes later, but inevitably it happens.[…]
The murky predawn glow of the ride across the coastal Terrebonne Parish marsh had broken spectacularly into a beautiful sun-soaked morning as we broke free of the rich salt marsh.[…]
What luck. The doggone drawbridge was open on the Causeway. Just what I needed.[…]
Draw a line on a map between the Cameron Jetties and the 18-mile light out of Sabine Pass then back to the Sabine Jetties, and you have a triangle.[…]
It’s difficult to keep a positive attitude about a fishing trip when certain things take place on the long, predawn drive from New Orleans to Venice.[…]
These didn’t look ANYTHING like pick-box draftees. None wore the battered sneakers and long-sleeved work shirt. None wore that huge straw sombrero and baggy pantaloons. None looked like Edith Bunker or Phyllis Diller. No, the sight of these had us RIVETED.[…]
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!”[…]