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Kickin’ Chickens
Came late summer, and Eddie finally sprang for that 22-foot Pro-line he’d been mooning over since he moved back down from up north, where he’d migrated after LSU.[…]
Southeast LA
Bass Fishing
D’Arbonne After Dark
Dale Taylor had been slinging his black buzz bait all night long. Gayle, his wife, had turned it in long ago, and was resting peacefully on the back deck[…]
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Beach Boy
I grew up in the 1960s, when groups like the Beach Boys became rich and famous singing about surfing in the summertime.[…]
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Easy East
It flashed like a silver dish flipping underwater. The lane snapper shot one way and then another.[…]
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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.[…]
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Breton Blast
Ernie Pyle called it the “thousand-yard stare.” Pyle was a WWII war correspondent who shared foxholes with the boys who won it. He wrote for the folks back home about the grunts and dogfaces and the holy hell they went through while blasting their way to victory — but from a front-line seat.[…]
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Broken Chain
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.[…]
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Big Brother’s Shadow
Lake Borgne has for a long time taken a back seat to its bigger brother, Pontchartrain, who likes to hog the spotlight and grab all the attention for the large trout it produces.[…]
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Deepwater Doozie
It’s easy to outrun those huge tankers when they’re chugging upriver. They’re like us after a huge champagne brunch. You can almost hear them groaning as they churn slowly upriver, fully-laden, low in the water, every yard gained an agonizing effort.[…]
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Red State
The first day of the 2004 Redfish Tour Open Championship was fishing about how most everybody had scouted it.[…]
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The Red Line
Raphael Pass was gorgeous as Ron Price’s boat sliced through the emerald-green water and into Joe Brown Pass.[…]
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Surprise Amberjacks
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).[…]
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Rockin’ the Gulf
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.[…]
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Plan B
You only turn 26 once.
That line of reasoning was enough incentive for Leslie Owens to plan a blowout birthday bash.[…]
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Grandfather Rigs of Black Bay
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.[…]
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Washed Out
We had worked half the bay methodically, but with little success. Al Dusang landed one 16-inch redfish, and we had seen several others waking along the shoreline.[…]