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Bank-Bound Stringers

James Waldon loves to fish, but, alas, he doesn’t own a boat. Before you begin feeling sorry for Waldon, a 67-year-old retiree from Louisiana Tech who lives in Ruston, his dilemma is not the same as if he loved to hunt but didn’t own a firearm. […]

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Tensas Tango

The deer wasn’t supposed to be there. Robert Chenier was sitting a couple hundred yards from where the buck was expected to be, not because he didn’t want to kill a big deer. No, it was because one of his buddies had claimed the prime spot. […]

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Health Club Ducks

What’s more exasperating than watching flock after flock after flock of ducks (mostly greys) land far out into the open water 300 yards away from your decoy spread, which was lovingly placed in a sheltered little cove and strategically set out from 20 to 35 yards downwind of where you huddle, perfectly hidden, in a grove of marsh alders blowing yourself hoarse on a duck call? […]

Bass Fishing

King of the Lake

A cold front had pushed through the night before, and the sun threw light over cypress trees and turned the skies from black to burnt orange to sapphire blue. Donaldsonville angler Richard Sherman already was on the water, working a stretch of bank in search for his first bite. […]

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Hot and Cold

The cold air cut through me like a Ginsu as I steered my flats boat out of Delacroix’s Bayou Gentilly and into Little Lake.Thick, gray clouds capped the atmosphere, diffusing the low-hanging sun and blanketing in the chill. […]

Bass Fishing

Rodemacher’s Resurrection

I kept my eye on Porter Trimble’s water temperature gauge as he maneuvered his big Nitro 929 bass boat across the surface of CLECO Lake. The air temperature was in the lower 60s, and there had been enough cold nights to drop the water temperature into the 50s. […]

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Rack-Filled and Rugged

Robert Duncan grew up hunting the piney woods of Washington Parish. He can vividly recall traipsing through the woods around Ben’s Creek west of Bogalusa.
However, his weren’t the only set of feet slogging through the creek bottom. […]