Crappie eat every day is a mantra that keeps a lot of anglers going when the going gets tough. Its a way of breaking things down to their most basic form and realizing that no matter how hot it is or how cold it is or how whatever it is, somewhere there are fish that are willing to bite.
Two Mississippi hunters slipped into the moonlit field with quiet footfalls and talking only in whispers. One leaned a .270 against a corner fence post, and the other strung out wire to a remote speaker that was part of an electronic calling system.
Beginning somewhere about mid to late April, an absolute madness falls upon countless bodies of water across Mississippi. It is a frenzy, a panic of sorts that can keep the angler occupied for hours at a time. It can be intense.
Good deer hunting land is getting more and more difficult to locate and secure. Much of the time, if it is a proven prime whitetail property with a well-established reputation for producing quality deer, the place is out of the price range of the average hunter.
Thirty-five miles south of Horn Island in the Gulf of Mexico, we spotted a jack-up rig that seemed to be calling our names. As we approached it, we saw what we’d hoped — two cobia, a 40-pounder and a 10-pounder.
The month of May was made for catfish anglers, and Mississippi is abounding with options.