Bullfight
James Peters was leaned out the side of the tuna tower, peering intently into the waters along the blue-green rip covered with sargassum grass.[…]
James Peters was leaned out the side of the tuna tower, peering intently into the waters along the blue-green rip covered with sargassum grass.[…]
Capt. Aaron Pierce was waiting at the dock when we arrived. Daylight was peeking over the horizon, and our steed for the day, a 26-foot Glacier Bay Catamaran, reflected the early morning light.[…]
What luck. The doggone drawbridge was open on the Causeway. Just what I needed.[…]
It’s difficult to keep a positive attitude about a fishing trip when certain things take place on the long, predawn drive from New Orleans to Venice.[…]
I pulled out my hand-held GPS to check our speed. Once all the satellites kicked in, it registered the incredible velocity of 2.4 knots. That’s right, two point four.[…]
Doink!
A jolt of energy shot up my line and transferred to my rod tip. Some unseen fish had just struck my silver Croakertail bait; there was no doubt about it.[…]
“You’re not going to believe this,” said Bryce Michel as we sped across Lake Decade. “I don’t know how much they told you about this deal, but it really is unbelievable.”[…]
Passing anglers might have thought Raymond Aucoin was after tuna in his flatboat if it hadn’t been for the fact he was anchored more than 15 miles north of the open Gulf.[…]
SOUTH COVER: Metairie CPA Steve Lahare found the speck fishing to be quite favorable last summer. Will the results be the same this year?
Photo by TODD MASSON[…]
Anybody who has wet a line past the breakers of our state’s barrier islands knows that the stakes go way up regarding the health of most all fish on the food chain. Safety in numbers is the motto for many kinds of baitfish, but speed is what most anglers find much different among the dozens of species seen on most excursions where water clarity is measured in feet rather than inches.[…]
Transition is one of those words that even the most seasoned speckled trout anglers abhor.[…]
It was the fall of 1814. Two men half poled, half paddled a creaky wooden boat along the shoreline of Lake Borgne.[…]
Eddie jerked his head and waved his arms frantically while trying to help with the boat straps. “G**damn gnats!” he sputtered, “ahh-ahh! I’d forgotten about these blasted things!”[…]
Generally, March is a warming month. It’s not really winter anymore, at least not here in the deep Gulf South.[…]
Glenn Leingang has nowhere to go but down. That’s what happens when you achieve the pinnacle of a sport so early in your career.[…]
“You cast that bait right over that reef, and I guarantee a fish,” said Buras fishing guide John L. Taylor, pointing his 7-foot Shimano V-series rod toward a small spit of land near a sun and rain-scrubbed white PVC pipe leaning at a 60-degree angle.[…]