They call themselves The Assorted Nuts, and they hail from Pineville, Louisiana. From the Amazing Almond to the Wonder Woman Walnut, (WWW), and four nuts in between, they were a bowlful of fun and more during their Bayou Woman Adventure (BWA).
Wonder Woman Walnut, the “head nut”, contacted me via this blog months ago wanting to plan a new and different adventure for her and her nutty friends, all of whom share a love of the same sport–golf. She wanted a fishing trip, and I sold her on a BWA, complete with a ride down the now-acclaimed “haunted road” between Dulac and Cocodrie, made famous by the A & E reality series “Cajun Justice”. We didn’t see anything scary in the daylight, but we engaged in hilarious story-telling. We topped things off with a trip to a very special place (which shall remain secret for now), dinner at Schmoopy’s, and their award T-shirts and momento bookmarks (designed and made by reader, Steffi).
The highlight of their BWA was an inland fishing trip for the coveted red drum, famous not only for the fight during the catch but also for their versatility as table fare. They are delicious left on the skin and grilled to flaky tenderness, filleted, sliced thin, and fried crispy, or cut into chunks for a hardy court bouillon. Let’s just say they each took enough fish home to cook all three ways!
The day they were due to arrive, it was touch and go as to whether or not I would even be able to take them fishing that next morning. Why? Well, I feel a story coming on.
I’ve been working on a little job I recently snagged taking a cameraman and all his gear around to do some filming. The day the Nuts were to arrive, we were somewhere southeast of here in waters I had never navigated before, when the cameraman hopped in another boat and left me drifting in a small bay while they went off into waters too shallow for BAB (my boat) and me. When they finally rejoined me and said it was time to head back in, my engine would not start. After checking and doing everything we could to get her started, we finally gave up, and my friend, Bayou Fabio, had to tow us in. Yes, once again, I had to take the ride of shame behind his old, broken-down boat, which is obviously none the worse for the wear.
It was a very long haul back, and maybe the ride would not have taken all of an hour and a half if Bayou Fabio had stayed in the middle of every canal and bayou; but for some strange reason, known only to him, he stayed close to the banks, kicking up mud as we went. Despite the shallows, things were going fine until we entered the main Bayou DuLarge where he ran over something that stopped him dead in the water, and my boat almost ran over the back end of his.
He raised his engine, and his propeller wasn’t even visible, totally wrapped up in a derelict crab trap that had been burrowed below the surface, with no buoy to mark it. Good thing one of us was equipped with cutting pliers (wonder who?). He had his garfish helper with him, who hopped over into my boat and cut as many wires as he could, clearing the way for the crescent wrench needed to remove the prop. Good thing one of us reached down and caught the bushing that fell off the back of the propeller before it fell into the bayou (wonder who?). With the prop removed, he then pulled the rest of the wiry mess off, and off we went again, like turtles.
On the way in, I telephoned my guy at Southern Outdoors and let him know the situation. Since he knows how important a BWA is to six excited fisherwomen, he took my boat right away and had it ready before closing time. Thank goodness it was not the fuel pump but only a cracked fuel filter and a leak in the rail valve–parts easily replaced to the tune of only $100. As I backed the now-repaired BAB into the driveway of Camp Dularge, The Assorted Nuts were ready and waiting to greet me.
What great gals they are! Since I was under so much pressure, they cooked dinner and invited me to eat. Wonder Woman Walnut grilled some tenderloin steak that we could cut with our forks. We had a beautiful green salad with avocado and cherry tomatoes, with a side of WWW’s three cheese potatoes. After a great dinner and conversation of equal caliber, we turned in early to get an early start next morning.
Our fishing adventure started where the Trio from Lafayette left off last week. Since this was a larger group, my friend, Capt. Mark (aka Choupiquer) assisted me by taking two of the ladies in my smaller Carolina Skiff. We anchored together in the pass, threw out the first cracked blue crabs, and the bite was ON! After a couple of reds, blackdrum, and sheepshead, the bite shut down, so we drifted a couple of spots in the lake scouting for speckled trout, without luck. The recent cold front, wind, and rain had the water churned up a little too much for trout. Besides, it’s still a little early for trout in this lake. Give it another couple of weeks.
Next, we moved along to some other washouts around the lake, anchoring and changing our tactic from fishing on the bottom with Carolina Rigs to fishing cracked crab under a popping cork. Now, THAT was the ticket. Both boats continued catching reds until The Assorted Nuts were all just about toasted from the sun!
All told, they caught twelve reds, three black drum (the 15-pounder went back in), and a nice sheepshead. Come to think of it, this is almost identical to last week’s fishing report, but the difference is four of these ladies had never fished with anything other than a cane pole! So, not only did they learn how to cast a spinning reel, they learned how to set the hook on some big saltwater species, reel them in, and land them.
These ladies have played countless hours of golf together, gone on numerous trips planned by WWW, and have shared some hilariously memorable adventures. Even so, they all claimed that this adventure was the best one yet planned by their fearless, and nutty leader, Wonder Woman Walnut. And by the way, I heard to be one of the Assorted Nuts is quite a coveted invitation, and I’m proud to say they gave me a name . . .
Capt. CoCo Nut!
Enjoy the photos!
First, the ride of shame . . .
Then, the derelict crab trap . . .
and its removal . . .
Now, meet The Assorted Nuts . . .
And there they are, ladies and gents! The newest members of the Bayou Woman Adventure Club, and they earned their T-shirts to prove it!
(See one more pic of these nuts on the About page.)
Ready for a BWA? I hope so!