Six Louisiana anglers will be on three of the 64 teams from 33 countries that have qualified to compete in the seventh annual Rolex/International Game Fish Association Offshore Championship Tournament May 7-12.[…]
Of all the amendments our forefathers made to one of the most gloriously profound documents ever written — our Constitution — none has been more valuable than the first.[…]
The opening day of snapper season came and went as quickly as Christmas morning, and, like kids showing off their new toys, anglers bragged and took pictures of all the presents the Gulf of Mexico provided.[…]
Do you struggle on False River? You won’t after reading this issue.[…]
Don’t fish this season without reading our 2006 Saltwater Blowout.[…]
LED is an abbreviation for light-emitting diodes. They have been around for many years. In the past their use in boats has been more of decoration than function.[…]
This is it, my absolute favorite time of year. The days have grown longer and consistently warmer.[…]
Trailer manufacturers have been battling with corrosion since the first rust spot marred the finish of a painted trailer.[…]
Creme Lure Co.’s owner described over the telephone recently how he was holding his hands a little more than 8 inches apart. Then Wayne Kent told how he was holding his hands about 24 inches apart.[…]
The fish-cleaning shed at the marina was the happenin’ place that afternoon as Pelayo, Spencer and I walked up to check out the scene.[…]
The greatest distance across the Gulf is more than 1,100 miles from west to east. The shortest distance is 500 miles, between the Mississippi River Delta and the northern tip of Mexico’s Yucatan Peninsula.[…]
A few years back, the Contraband Fly Casters club of Lake Charles invited the legendary Stu Apte to be guest speaker at their annual conclave. […]
You never forget your first time. Because just like where you were when Kennedy was shot, and where you were and what you were doing on 9/11, everyone remembers his first time with a fond reminiscence and a poignant déjà vu.[…]
Once upon a time, a man walked alone on a desolate pothole prairie in Southwest Louisiana, shrouded in the mist of a cold winter morning.[…]
Jagged bolts of lightning flashed through the blinds of the Sandpiper Cove, and the accompanying boom of thunder rocked us from our warm bunks long before the requested 5 a.m. wakeup call.[…]
Just at the edge of the shadow cast by Baton Rouge lies one of the most underestimated lakes in the entire state of Louisiana.[…]