Freshwater Fishing

About crappie: It’s as clear as black and white

In 1993, the Louisiana Legislature picked a state fish. It wasn’t the much-hyped tournament fish, the largemouth bass; it wasn’t any one of the glamorous snapper species; it wasn’t even the beloved speckled trout.

It was the white perch, a.k.a. crappie.

It kinda shows you where our priorities are in Louisiana. Let’s face it: Crappie are pretty anemic fighters, especially compared to their spunky little cousin, the bluegill. They give a protesting wiggle, flop once or twice, and then largely give up to be hauled in. […]

Bass Fishing

River Rat Rules: Tactics to catch more bass from Louisiana’s rivers

During the early 1990s, it didn’t take much effort to stroke my ego by pitching a black/blue ringer worm to the many laydowns in the Ouachita River. Bass after bass with an occasional big fish or two thrown in put me very close to river-rat status.

The signs were pretty innocuous at first — a skipped chemistry class, calling in sick to work, pulling out of the dorm parking lot early in the morning with my Bass Tracker Tournament TX 17 in tow while cars full of drunk partiers were pulling in. […]

Offshore Fishing

Tuna Town: Head out of Cocodrie for some first-class tuna fishing

Every school has its legends.

In the hallowed halls of Metairie’s Ridgewood Prep, deep in the dusty corners of painted hallways, amidst the clanging of slammed locker doors, the faint echo of one name still resonates.

Listen closely, and you’ll hear it. Peer through the glass of the well-stocked trophy case, and you’ll see it.

It’s a name that rolls from the tongues of foam-fingered boosters, sitting in bleachers and reminiscing of the school’s glory days. […]

Turkey Hunting

Turkey hunting expert shares tried and true tactics

“You need to park a little way down the road and walk to the tram; you don’t want to drive in too close because you never know where one might be roosted.”

With these words of instruction from my host, Tommy Smith, I left the campgrounds at San Patricio south of Mansfield and parked my truck less than 100 yards down the road leading to the old tram, a long-ago abandoned railroad bed that ran adjacent to a creek bottom. […]