Pass a Good Time
The tide was slack when C.J. Rojas reached Barataria Bay, and the results of the first several hours of fishing were predictable.[…]
The tide was slack when C.J. Rojas reached Barataria Bay, and the results of the first several hours of fishing were predictable.[…]
When hurricane Ivan spared the majority of the population of Southeast Louisiana last fall, it certainly did the Breton and Chandeleur Island chain no favors.[…]
Chinquapin don’t only bite in the springtime. Learn how to catch these tasty fish in[…]
See our diagram of a fictional pass to learn how pros fish these trout-producers.[…]
Raphael Pass was gorgeous as Ron Price’s boat sliced through the emerald-green water and into Joe Brown Pass.[…]
I fell in love with the Ouachita River exactly one week after I pulled up stakes in South Louisiana and headed north. This affair began as my first trip to the river ended with a 7-pound bass on the proverbial “last cast.”[…]
We were halfway to Venice on a fun Friday night, and the reminiscing about a previous life in Tigerland was kicking into high gear (stopping at a Daiquiri shop helped).[…]
Stopping in the middle of the Gulf with no oil rig in site, the group of seasoned anglers aboard the High Life started to question their captain’s motives.[…]
Before turkey hunting totally messed up my mind, I always looked forward to spring and the opportunity to trailer my boat to a nearby lake to do battle with big, sway-bellied spawning bass, crappie hanging out around the roots of shallow cypresses or my favorite, finding a bed of bream.[…]
A pre-sunrise sheen flowed across the water like a micron-thin coating of mercury, mirroring scattered clouds cruising above the calm waters of Bayou Long.[…]
You only turn 26 once.
That line of reasoning was enough incentive for Leslie Owens to plan a blowout birthday bash.[…]
Spotting fine details on your fish finder, GPS chart plotter or radar calls for the best screen visibility possible.[…]
If you’re a duck, there are three places you want to avoid: 1) a Chinese restaurant, 2) the wrong church in Ponchatoula, and 3) my neighborhood pond when I’m out casting.
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The three of them were able to keep their little secret for a week or so. Eventually, though, word leaked out, and the trio found themselves with plenty of company.[…]
It’s funny how our memories retain bits and pieces of our past, and how we are able only to remember mere fragments of the days, years and decades gone by.[…]
Dear Capt. Paul:
I was wanting to know if you had the GPS location for a sunken sub that leaks diesel fuel in about 90 feet of water about 50 miles out of Cocodrie.[…]