Chilly Chinquapin
Eddie Halbrook could hardly contain his excitement. He had discovered how much I like catching chinquapins only months earlier, and he wanted to let me know he was on them again.[…]
Eddie Halbrook could hardly contain his excitement. He had discovered how much I like catching chinquapins only months earlier, and he wanted to let me know he was on them again.[…]
For more than 35 years, Mike Centanni didn’t simply hope to kill deer — he expected to.[…]
NORTH COVER: Learn how biologists study a tract of land to determine the health of its deer herd. Photo by JOHN R. FORD[…]
The memories of the summers of my youth growing up in rural North Louisiana are as vivid today as they were then — no school for three months, shoes and shirts tossed in the closet, cut-off jeans the only required apparel until September.[…]
The time of year was mid-summer. The time of day, dawn. The fishing hole, Lake D’Arbonne.[…]
In a world full of eroded family ties, North Louisiana is a place where the true family spirit can still be found. This section of Louisiana that has been titled “Sportsman’s Paradise” by the Louisiana Office of Tourism could more aptly be called “Sports-family’s Paradise.”[…]
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.”[…]
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.[…]
The cricket skittered across the water’s surface, frantically trying to reach the nearest tree. Ripples that telegraphed its position to every fish within yards radiated from the insect with every kick of its legs.
The insect would pause every few inches, either to catch its breath or to allow the damning wavelets to dissipate. Then it would continue its voyage, drawing nearer to safe haven with every powerful surge.
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Red hooks and baits are all the rage, but do they actually put more bass on the end of your line? We investigate.[…]
Out of nowhere, the allure of hunting wild turkeys in spring snuck into my bloodstream one April morning in 1992 over in Alabama.[…]
Lloyd Posey was sitting in his Department of Wildlife & Fisheries truck trying to stay warm Jan. 4, 1994, when he heard a gunshot in the woods.[…]
The Ouachita River backwater was littered with a maze of live cypress and detritus from trees long since fallen.[…]
Duck hunters throughout Louisiana were whining about the dearth of targets last year, and many had given up by the end of the first split.[…]
It had been raining for several days, but my hunting partner and I were undeterred.[…]
Never go against the family.
The only thing keeping me from heeding that menacing advice is that this family isn’t blood.[…]