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To catch a poacher

January 23, 2013 Keith LaCaze

One of the more memorable cases I recall working was during the mid-80s in Rapides Parish. It all started when the LDWF district lieutenant received a call from a state police narcotics officer in early September.[…]

Hunting

Brush Busting

January 21, 2013 John K. Flores

Growing up in Michigan, I cut my hunting molars beginning with rabbits. I often like to say that Michigan is the Sportsman’s Paradise north, but only as a close runner-up to the one here in the south — especially where rabbits are concerned.[…]

Fishing

Circuit Riders

January 20, 2013 Rusty Tardo

Back in the earlier days of American history and due to the lack of ministers and the far distance between churches, some preachers, called circuit riders or saddlebag preachers, would journey long distances on horseback to rural churches to preach.

They traveled with few possessions, carrying only what could fit in their saddlebags. They traveled through wilderness and villages, preaching virtually every day and often several times a day at any place available (barns, cabins, courthouses, open fields, church buildings or meeting houses, or even basements and street corners).

Unlike the preachers of settled denominations, these pioneer preachers were always on the move, and some covered over 200,000 miles on horseback during their lifetimes, riding the circuts. It was grueling, demanding and sometimes dangerous, but they did what needed to be done to reach souls.

That’s what I thought of when Capt. Tim Ursin (504-512-2602) said we could “ride the circuit” to try to find some fish.
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Columns

Less is more

January 16, 2013 Chris Holmes

Kayaking is often referred to as a “minimalist” sport. However, you’d never know it by looking at some of the pimped-out yaks with depth finders, GPS units, live-bait wells and enough tackle to outfit a charter boat.[…]

Hunting

Bayou Bunny Blast

January 13, 2013 John K. Flores

I could hear the high-pitched yodels of the beagles heading my way along the canal spoil bank. I chose my spot carefully, not just because it would give me a clear shot at a rabbit ahead of the dogs, but it allowed me to also keep an eye on my buddy and my sons back at the boat.[…]