Mike Heard handed his dad a jig and cork rig attached to a crappie pole, and quickly began fishing for the succulent white perch. No sooner had the pair gotten their rigs into the water than the action began. Both father and son were soon hoisting some nice slab-sized “pan fries” into the boat and in the “supper well.”
Their day had begun with a bang, and the action never subsided for very long during the fishing trip. […]
Keith Lee launched his boat on the beautiful waters of Lake Pushmataha, and quickly headed to a favorite cove chock full of pads and bass. As Lee worked the pads with a golden shiner-colored Senko, he promptly caught his first bass. As he retrieved the Senko back to the boat through the pads and vegetation in a fast retrieve, the bass just couldn’t stand it. […]
Susan Gregory eased the trolling motor into the water, and began probing the brackish waters of Cowan Bayou on the Lower Pearl much like a skilled surgeon. […]
At first light, an old battle-worn tom belted out a voluminous gobble that served as a warning to all would-be suitors and a come-hither call for any available hens. […]
Joe Giles studied his LCR for a few minutes before pitching a couple of marker buoys out into the muddy waters of Okatibbee. Giles was scanning the bottom for the Gin Creek channel that cut through the Gin Creek Flats. […]
While that’s a nice bass anywhere in the state, it’s especially good for bitter January temperatures. […]
Phillip Chisolm pitched his Bandit crankbait onto the rocky shoals of Okatibbee Creek, and began working the lure slowly back until it was stopped dead in its tracks, engulfed by a ravenous spotted bass. The diminutive fish fought with a vengeance rivaled only by its cousin, the hard-fighting smallmouth bass. […]
Ken Murphy of Meridian surveyed the waters just off a shoreline in search of any bass activity. Spotting a ripple near a half-submerged tree top, he cast his Texas-rigged, ribbon-tailed worm, and let it sink slowly into the top. A twitch of the line signaled the accomplished angler that his first strike of the day was in process.
Don Marascalco moved stealthily in the pre-dawn darkness shortly before daylight last April. The veteran turkey hunter had spotted a mature gobbler and a large harem of 24 hens in a pasture on a previous scouting trip near Meridian. […]
Bennie Splain and Mark Kennedy paused at the edge of the woods to wait on the young hunters to catch up before releasing their dogs on the Anevay Farm near Vicksburg. […]
Easing along the old logging trail in the pre-dawn darkness, I was stopped in my tracks by the aromatic smell of a musty rutting buck. Sensing one was nearby, I eased down and waited for daylight. […]
Stacey Sims eased along the water’s edge as he worked his way toward his deer stand. The climbing stand was positioned overlooking a flooded swamp bottom. […]
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