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Up a Creek without a Paddle: Summer Wading for Bass and Panfish
Jun 23, 2020
A couple cold “Cocolas” and two packs of salty peanuts buy us the OK to park my Jeep at the country store where the creek and the highway cross. I hop into the pickup with my bass-slayin’, squirrel bustin’, rabbit dog runnin’ cousin Kevin and we head up a gravel road and thump-thump-thump over a cattle gap. We creep through crunchy truck ruts and along rusted barbed wires common in our part of Mississippi. I hop out and squeak open the gate—it...
Paddling to Paradise: How to Pull Off an Overnight Float and Fishing Trip
May 12, 2020
“We was feeling pretty good after breakfast, and took my canoe and went over the river a fishing, with a lunch, and had a good time…,” Mark Twain, “The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn,” 1884
As Americans we have access to more water than any one of us could float in a hundred lifetimes. The United States is home to 3.6 million miles of rivers and streams; countless lakes, 250 of which have a surface area of 10 square miles or more; and a coastline...
Bar Room Banter: Will Piranhas Turn You into a Euro Mount?
Apr 14, 2020
There’s a difference between book smart and bar smart. You may not be book smart, but this series can make you seem educated and interesting from a barstool. So, belly up, pour yourself a glass of something good, and take mental notes as we swim with an infamous face-eater.
“The pirañas were eating the boy there,” José said, pointing down the red dirt bank to the muddy Amazonian water. I studied the water and considered what we were about to do...
Hook, Line, and Sinker: Catfish Limb-Lining Basics
Dec 30, 2019
Our fate hangs by a thread just around this bend. If the limb-line is taut, we’ll dine on fresh catfish fried crispy in cornmeal and lard. If not, it’s creek-side potted meat and crackers for supper.
We’re canoeing Mississippi’s Black Creek for a few days. We lit the Coleman stove long before the sun. The smell of eggs, coffee, and bacon rose in the gloaming. And, at first good light, we were floating downstream through a wild and scenic morning...