Classic Concentration
Louisiana bass anglers haven’t had a native son to cheer for during the Bassmasters Classic since 1999, when Baton Rouge’s Rodney Wagley earned a berth in the first New Orleans Classic.[…]
Louisiana bass anglers haven’t had a native son to cheer for during the Bassmasters Classic since 1999, when Baton Rouge’s Rodney Wagley earned a berth in the first New Orleans Classic.[…]
Homer Humphreys wheeled around on the front deck of his Bass Cat boat.[…]
“You’re not going to believe this,” said Bryce Michel as we sped across Lake Decade. “I don’t know how much they told you about this deal, but it really is unbelievable.”[…]
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.[…]
“Lunker bass fever” excitement has faded since the glory years of the 1990s in Louisiana.[…]
NORTH COVER: If you’re not catching bass, is it because they’re not there or because you just can’t get them to bite? We paired an accomplished angler with a
shock-boat to find out.[…]
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[…]
It didn’t take five minutes to get the first bite.
The jig was pitched to a cypress tree in the dead-end canal, and the angler’s line moved about 6 inches to the side.[…]
I picked up the phone and politely said hello. The caller didn’t have time for such pleasantries. Instead, he began panting something into the phone.[…]
Anybody who has wet a line past the breakers of our state’s barrier islands knows that the stakes go way up regarding the health of most all fish on the food chain. Safety in numbers is the motto for many kinds of baitfish, but speed is what most anglers find much different among the dozens of species seen on most excursions where water clarity is measured in feet rather than inches.[…]
Transition is one of those words that even the most seasoned speckled trout anglers abhor.[…]
If you’ve ever watched a parade, you probably noticed that as a marching band approaches, you hear the bass drums first and the highest-pitched instruments last.[…]
There’s a good chance a new artificial lure will tickle your fancy this month — if it hasn’t already.[…]
It was the fall of 1814. Two men half poled, half paddled a creaky wooden boat along the shoreline of Lake Borgne.[…]
There are many things I love about spring — manicured azaleas bursting with red, purple and white blossoms, the smell of freshly cut grass carried on thick breezes, and the rhythmic “tick-tick-tick” of a topwater bait that’s interrupted by an explosion from a yet unidentified fish.[…]
A shiver coursed through my body as I stowed my gear in the cabin at Wildwood Resort, and the words of my editor sounded softly in the corners of my mind as I tightened my jacket.[…]