First off, thank you all very much for the feedback and encouragement after the last post. It is now part of the World Wide Web, cached forever, dirty laundry perpetually hanging on the Internet line for all to see. With that in mind, I can see now why one reader says it’s best to keep life and internet separate. Maybe, maybe not.
Life in the Louisiana wetlands is what I write about. It is MY life, and I’m passionate about our lives here. So, once in a while, in my human frailty, I will probably succumb to the temptation to reach out to my long-distance friends for support. Indulge me. Forgive me. Just don’t ignore me!
On a lighter note, yesterday, my 19-year-old son and I stumbled upon an interesting sight.
These two black, ominous-looking boats, docked one behind the other in a public waterway near downtown Houma. I remember seeing these boats docked there several years ago, but I never got to visit them up close.
Turns out . . .
they will be on display through the weekend starting today. I’m not sure I’ll have the chance to see them this weekend. I’m assuming they are replicas of the Nina and Pinta. Showing my ignorance here about old sea-faring vessels, but I’m not sure if they are called schooners or what.
So, maybe Capt. Swallow or Shoreacres, or someone in the woodwork will come forth and educate us about what these vessels are really called. If I get to go aboard, I’ll be sure and take pics for you.
In case you’ve been wondering what’s been happening with Who Dat, here is a photo of her from yesterday. Look closely.
Notice how you can see almost all her body atop the nest now? The eggs must have hatched, meaning she is sitting atop her owlets, sheltering them from the elements. As I walked around the back deck taking her photo, she blinked at me several times. I guess I was interrupting her nap.
And now for the new adventure I promised to tell you about. It has something to do with this logo:
Tomorrow morning, along with Don Dubuc and two other Louisiana outdoor journalists, BW will be co-hosting a new radio show called, “Hunt, Fish, Talk!”. The show airs at 8 a.m. on ESPN 1350 AM. We will be discussing, in round-table fashion, current events and topics having to do with the outdoors. The first topic is a controversial one about the 14″ minimum size limit of the large-mouth bass in the Atchafalaya Basin.
I’m nervous. I’m scared. I’m excited. And I hope I don’t sound like a total idiot. The truth is, I wasn’t going to tell you about this until after the fact because I’m afraid I’m going to sound like a complete dork. But because you all have been such good friends, I decided to let you join me on my first ever radio show. All I can say is, if I sound like a complete idiot, we can laugh about it together. And if this ever grows into something bigger, we can all look back to this first show and say that is where it all began. (That’s me dreaming!)
Here’s the link to Don Dubuc’s web site where the radio show streams live.
So, round about 9:10 a.m. tomorrow, I’ll be back here peeking at the comments to see just how good/bad you think I did. Go easy on me, friends, okay?
Off to study for tomorrow’s show!
PS If you are doing the Mardi Gras thing, PLEASE be careful and watch out for stray bullets, flying beads, and drunk drivers. Just sayin’.