Hope Floats in Hopedale
It happens every year. Sometimes sooner, sometimes later, but inevitably it happens.[…]
It happens every year. Sometimes sooner, sometimes later, but inevitably it happens.[…]
You should never underestimate an opponent whose ancestors hung out with Tyrannosaurus Rex.[…]
My first dove decoys were made of cardboard and inspired by a bird watcher.[…]
Robert Clay’s instructions were clear.
“Walk down this road, and you’ll come to a flagged stake,” he said.[…]
It was as though the animal had popped out of the ground, as deer are seemingly apt to do in food plots.[…]
My fishing partner and I sat helplessly in my boat and watched as an old, partially restored cabin cruiser spewed orange fire and black smoke in a marina. Everyone got off the boat safely and a sheriff’s patrol craft pulled the burning boat clear of the boat stalls.[…]
Although the shot fired at bass pro Gary Klein during the 2003 Bassmaster Classic was heard around the world via ESPN, I was more interested in an incident that happened to one of his fellow contenders — Harold Allen — while he was fishing not too far from Klein.[…]
Capt. Paul:
Could you give me lat/long for the north and south end of a reef? This reef is approximately 500 to 1,000 feet in length, and runs roughly in a north/south direction.Its distance is about 1 1/2 miles with a heading of about 120 degrees from this position: N 29.30.056 x W 91.55.981.[…]
As the red popped his body up out of the water, Master Jake’s jaw dropped. Normally calm and collective, and sure to cast on target to such a fish in an instant, this time he could only stare in awe.[…]
Transition is an ugly word for most inshore fishermen, especially those Southeast Louisiana anglers who favor the pull and delicate flesh of the speckled trout.[…]
Hunting small game and big game on public land holds unlimited potential and promise from one end of the state to the other in 2003-04.[…]
It was a picture-perfect day as I motored into Red River. A series of weather systems had screwed up every outing I had tried recently, but now it seemed that weather and circumstances were finally going my way. […]
Many Louisiana waterfowlers had hung up their waders and packed their decoys away long before the end of last year’s hunting season, disgusted with the paltry opportunities to kill ducks.[…]
As a youngster, I devoured my uncle’s outdoor magazines. He was a chemical engineer, a machinist, a shooter and a gunsmith — and I hero-worshiped him as only a kid can.[…]
But the marsh that serves as the very foundation for those staggering fish and game stocks is disappearing, and in many places it’s totally gone. Unless serious, costly and painful steps are taken within the next five years, the Sportsman’s Paradise will become Paradise Lost.[…]
But the marsh that serves as the very foundation for those staggering fish and game stocks is disappearing, and in many places it’s totally gone. Unless serious, costly and painful steps are taken within the next five years, the Sportsman’s Paradise will become Paradise Lost.[…]