These didn’t look ANYTHING like pick-box draftees. None wore the battered sneakers and long-sleeved work shirt. None wore that huge straw sombrero and baggy pantaloons. None looked like Edith Bunker or Phyllis Diller. No, the sight of these had us RIVETED.[…]
It’s difficult to imagine an offshore fisherman who goes on an overnight fishing trip every doable weekend for four or five months being called “soft” or “a wuss,” but that’s what Dr. Russell O’Steen gets for finally admitting he’s reached the point where he no longer “goes regardless.”[…]
I pulled out my hand-held GPS to check our speed. Once all the satellites kicked in, it registered the incredible velocity of 2.4 knots. That’s right, two point four.[…]
The early morning sun had scarcely peeked over the cloudy horizon when shrilling cries of sea gulls dive-bombing for bait awakened us.[…]
Doink!
A jolt of energy shot up my line and transferred to my rod tip. Some unseen fish had just struck my silver Croakertail bait; there was no doubt about it.[…]
Steve Lahare can make a sandwich better than Emeril Lagasse and complete an income-tax return faster than H&R Block, but when it comes to fishing, he’s no Bill Dance.[…]
Hitting the strike zone is what it’s all about in bass fishing, whether an angler is working cypress trees and knees in less than 3 feet of water or probing ridges or points in 10 feet of water or deeper.[…]
The question on many boaters’ minds is, “Why bother with color at all?” To answer that question, we have to look at how LCD screens present detail, and how the human eye perceives that detail.[…]
I celebrated a birthday last month, and judging by the number of candles my wife stuck in the cake, I must be 34. My kids think that’s ancient, but I would guess there are actually a whole lot more people in America older than me than younger.[…]
Dear Capt. Paul:
How much memory do you need for maps in a hand-held GPS unit?[…]
Television executives aren’t satisfied that they’ve turned us all into couch potatoes; now they’re trying to turn our felines into “fat cats.”[…]
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.[…]