True character is revealed when the fire is turned up. That’s never been more evident than in Louisiana in the weeks, and now months, since Katrina and Rita hit and changed our state forever.[…]
Dear Capt. Paul:
Please give me directions from Cypremort Point to Nickel Reef.[…]
Jefferson Parish’s emergency preparedness guru, the affable Walter Maestri, says the destruction caused by hurricanes is the rent we pay to live in a place as wonderful as South Louisiana.
He’s right.[…]
“It’s easier to ski behind a fishing boat than fish out of a ski boat.”
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Big-game fish see red when they see flying fish, one of their favorite foods to eat.[…]
Dear Capt. Paul:
Do you have the GPS coordinates for the deep-water rigs called Oregano and Serrano? I know they are located in Garden Banks within a 20-mile radius south of the Auger.
Thanks for your help![…]
You won’t have to pay $100 for one of the most efficient artificial lures in bass fishing history.[…]
President Bush has had some sort of epiphany.
It’s obvious. Perhaps he was visited by the ghost of Christmas Future one sleepy August night on Pennsylvania Avenue. Maybe Christmas Future held the hand of the leader of the free world and took his spirit on a midnight stroll through the heart of America’s Wetland.[…]
When was the last time you caught a limit of speckled trout? Think about it. When was the last time you and your buddies pulled slime-coated, contorted trout, one by one, from the ice chest, counted them and then picked up your rods to catch the number remaining?
Guides, many of whom are on the water 200 or more days a year, probably caught too many limits over the last year to count, but few weekend anglers, I’m certain, came anywhere close to equaling that level of success.[…]
The cost to the nation to fix the long-ignored problem (of coastal erosion) — $14 billion — is only a fraction of the inevitable cost if the inaction continues — $100 billion in infrastructure alone.
— Todd Masson, Louisiana Sportsman, August 2003
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Oops!
I had just made one of the better shots of my life. Eight deer were feeding 250 yards from the box stand I was perched in, and a gusty wind was blowing pea soup-thick mist into my face like I was standing inside a car wash.[…]
You and your son are creeping through the woods on a perfect October morning. The sun is brightening the eastern horizon, the air is crisp, the leaves are falling. Yesterday, squirrels were off-limits, but today they’re legal.[…]
Naivete’ and childhood go hand-in-hand like two love-sick teen-agers walking through a park. It’s universal: If you’re a kid, you simply haven’t seen enough of society to know what’s real and what isn’t. It’s called childhood ignorance, and it’s a wonderful thing.[…]
My 84-year-old grandfather has had so much skin cancer surgery, it’s amazing he still has any dermis covering his body. A fair-skinned man of English descent, he worked his entire life as a glazer, and consequently spent nearly as much time outside as your average tree.[…]
It’s early December, and you’ve gotten a hot tip. Your buddy just returned from a trip to Lafitte, and he and some other friends caught redfish at will in the back of a dead-end canal.[…]
Senators and representatives, who have to go to the voters every certain number of years and ask for their jobs back, are necessarily influenced by public opinion.[…]