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Family Traditions

During a poetry unit that my 8th grade English class at Boyet Jr. High in Slidell was dissecting, we came across a poem about legacies. My students easily identified the extended metaphor comparing a mother’s courage to a granite hill.[…]

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Virtural Reality

It’s Friday night — sons are home from college for the weekend. At 1:30 a.m., the old man gets up to answer nature’s call. The light is on in two bedrooms down the hallway. The old man hears voices coming from both sons’ computers of other gamers.[…]

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No-Fishing Zones

A recent National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration discussion paper has brought home to Gulf of Mexico fishermen the momentum of the movement to create marine protected areas (MPAs) in the northern Gulf of Mexico.[…]

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Lump My Ride

Each December, anglers from near and far trek to the famed Midnight Lump, or Sackett Bank, located south of Venice to do battle with triple-digit yellowfin tuna, giant mako sharks and other trophy fish.[…]

Bass Fishing

Doomed!

Bass once made up much of my family’s diet from the 1960s until the mid-1980s. If you go back to the history of catch and release, you’ll see that Ray Scott, founder of B.A.S.S., originally initiated this program, since he’d received so much criticism in the early days of B.A.S.S about his tournament anglers catching and killing large numbers of big bass.[…]

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Delta Ducks

I didn’t really know what I was getting myself into when I accepted retired LSU biologist Jerald Horst’s invitation to spend a couple days hunting the Atchafalaya Delta WMA with him.[…]

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Second-Amendment rights lost in disaster

Ask any New Orleans resident, and he’ll tell you that what happened in the city in August and September was only partially an act of God. The failures that spawned the worst disaster in American history were predominantly man-made, the result of too many years of incompetence, neglect and hubris[…]

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Water, Water, Everywhere

Julio Basas had seen some big rubs, and knew there should be a big deer hanging around the area. The Morgan City hunter also had seen a faint trail the buck was using — when the water was low enough to reveal damp soil.[…]