The sky was a gorgeous dark grey — almost black — as we pounded into Breton Sound. Lovely little white caps topped the waves like frosting on chocolate cake, the swells between them heavily rippled by the savage gusts that had kicked up just seconds earlier.[…]
The bass rod bowed as if I’d hooked a big largemouth and was trying to wrestle the fish out of thick lily pads.[…]
Spring inshore fishing can be such a tease. Specks are ready for their reproductive business, but extreme changes in the weather make fish extremely mobile, rendering even the most up-to-date information obsolete.
But that compares little to the games redfish play as they ease into the warm-weather pattern. Reds are more than willing to mass in the shallow ponds and show themselves in all their bronze glory, but getting them to bite is an entirely different matter.[…]
We’d just passed the Blue Angel at the entrance to the Naval base when I finally started dozing off. The truck cab was dark and the radio low.[…]
In the days before any European set foot in the New World, the shorelines surrounding Lake Pontchartrain were inhabited by several Native American tribes. Bayougoula, Mougoulacha, Chitimacha, Colapissa, Quinipissalive and the “corn-gatherers,” or Tangipahoa Indians, fished the big lake they called “Okwa-ta,” the wide water.[…]
Capt. Theophile Bourgeois has no couth.
He lacks respect for tradition.[…]
The number on the cell phone said Pelayo was calling, from HIS cell phone. I flipped the little sucker open.[…]
In medical parlance, flat-lining carries some very negative associations.[…]
Some people play golf. Women usually like to shop. Kids love the video games. Some people like to piddle in the garden or simply zone out in front of the TV.[…]
One of the more amazing stories in Louisiana saltwater history is the fairly recent popularity of the yellowfin tuna as a food and sport fish.[…]
Occasionally, you awaken to one of those special mornings when you have a compelling urge to hook up the boat and head for the lake. It’s a day when everything just feels right. Your confidence level is elevated because you sense that today, it’s going to happen.
I recall one of those mornings a couple of springs ago. An early-spring front had blown through three days prior, chasing the bass from the shallows.[…]
Most men go to sleep at night and dream of Cindy Crawford.[…]
The anglers shivered as the boat came off plane, evidence that leading edge of a cold front working its way through the state had reached Blind River.[…]
Good fishermen watch the weather for days leading up to their trip.[…]
The Biloxi Marsh is truly one of our area’s greatest assets. I always look forward to any opportunity to fish the area, even if just to enjoy the scenery.[…]
Sweet November! Ever been on a really bumpy plane ride? I mean the kind that tosses and bounces the airplane around like a yo-yo, jars open the overhead compartments, sends suitcases and stewardesses sprawling and has half the passengers screaming or spewing, and the other half praying.[…]