Cover: July 2005
Chinquapin don’t only bite in the springtime. Learn how to catch these tasty fish in[…]
Chinquapin don’t only bite in the springtime. Learn how to catch these tasty fish in[…]
See our diagram of a fictional pass to learn how pros fish these trout-producers.[…]
Raphael Pass was gorgeous as Ron Price’s boat sliced through the emerald-green water and into Joe Brown Pass.[…]
I fell in love with the Ouachita River exactly one week after I pulled up stakes in South Louisiana and headed north. This affair began as my first trip to the river ended with a 7-pound bass on the proverbial “last cast.”[…]
We were halfway to Venice on a fun Friday night, and the reminiscing about a previous life in Tigerland was kicking into high gear (stopping at a Daiquiri shop helped).[…]
Stopping in the middle of the Gulf with no oil rig in site, the group of seasoned anglers aboard the High Life started to question their captain’s motives.[…]
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.[…]
A pre-sunrise sheen flowed across the water like a micron-thin coating of mercury, mirroring scattered clouds cruising above the calm waters of Bayou Long.[…]
You only turn 26 once.
That line of reasoning was enough incentive for Leslie Owens to plan a blowout birthday bash.[…]
Spotting fine details on your fish finder, GPS chart plotter or radar calls for the best screen visibility possible.[…]
If you’re a duck, there are three places you want to avoid: 1) a Chinese restaurant, 2) the wrong church in Ponchatoula, and 3) my neighborhood pond when I’m out casting.
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The three of them were able to keep their little secret for a week or so. Eventually, though, word leaked out, and the trio found themselves with plenty of company.[…]
It’s funny how our memories retain bits and pieces of our past, and how we are able only to remember mere fragments of the days, years and decades gone by.[…]
My daughter, who is very involved at our local playground, was asked last month to fill in for a no-show umpire during a softball game between two teams of younger girls.[…]
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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We had worked half the bay methodically, but with little success. Al Dusang landed one 16-inch redfish, and we had seen several others waking along the shoreline.[…]