Yesterday’s Trophies
“Lunker bass fever” excitement has faded since the glory years of the 1990s in Louisiana.[…]
“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.[…]
Eddie jerked his head and waved his arms frantically while trying to help with the boat straps. “G**damn gnats!” he sputtered, “ahh-ahh! I’d forgotten about these blasted things!”[…]
Did you know that there may be a free upgrade to your present GPS receiver? No you don’t have to return the unit to the manufacturer for upgrading. If your GPS receiver has a capability to attach a PC interface cable to a computer, you or anyone who is computer literate may install the upgrade.[…]
The old logging road was a promising place to look for sign. It ran through a year-old clearcut before dropping off a slight ridge into Winn Parish’s Dugdemona swamp.
Before timber harvesting, the ridge had been covered with a variety of oak and hickory trees, providing a rich food source. It also was the nearest high ground that would serve as a refuge when Dugdemona River inevitably experienced its annual flood. A hard rain a few days earlier made scouting conditions perfect.[…]
As we pulled our boat into Black Lake Lodge near Campti last April, one glance at the water told Master Jake and I it might be a tough day. The owner confirmed our fears.[…]