Bass Fishing

Rooted in the Red

I love the Red River. I’ve tried to impartially write about each of the Louisiana waterways I’ve covered so far this year, but I can’t recuse myself from this one. I’m biased toward the Red River, and I can’t withdraw my emotions.[…]

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Squirrel Starters

It’s as real to me today as it was when it happened more than half a century ago. When my dad told me to pull on my boots, grab my jacket and come with him, I knew what that meant, especially if it happened on a Saturday morning in October.[…]

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Big, Bad Bodcau

Bobby Taylor gave up hunting in the 1980s when all of the land on which he had chased deer for years was leased out. “We used to be able to hunt wherever we wanted,” the Haughton hunter said.[…]

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Seed Snatchers

Toward the end of our most recent summer, sleepy-eyed residents lying in bed watching the 10 o’clock news perked up their ears at the mention of four words seldom uttered in the Bayou State: “late August cold front.”[…]

Bass Fishing

Comb Over Bass

Have you ever seen a comb over? You know what I’m talking about — a man in his 50s or 60s starts losing hair on top of his head, so he combs the hair on the side over the top.[…]

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Flat Bottom Girls

Purple martins skimmed just above the water slurping tiny insects from mid air above the cypress-laden banks of Grand Pass as Capt. Cade Thomas’ 24-foot Skeeter sliced through the emerald green water.[…]