. . . his beak can hold more than his belly can! He can hold in his beak enough food for a week, But I do wish I knew how the hell he can. I learned this from my daddy when I was a child. I’m not sure where it originated, but since he was…
From the archives: Originally posted January 30, 2008. Edited today. As you travel the bayou this time of year, orange trees laden with ripe fruit are a common sight in many yards. I don’t see how so many of the fruit trees survived the saltwater intrusion from Hurricane Ike flood waters. But somehow, many trees…
After reading all the comments/questions on the previous post, I see the need for a little more explanation! This was only a 2-seater airboat, but we stuck Termite right in front of me on the bow. D.R. and I were doing some exploring, and of course Termite refused to be left behind! And LilSis might…
This is your fearless captain reporting to you from the runway, just before take-off . . . in this 13-foot flat-bottom boat commonly called an airboat. Does it fly? You bet it does! After pushing this baby off the boat trailer, and making sure all systems are GO . . . D.R. skims us gently…
Since things are progressing rather slowly with Camp Dularge, I thought I’d perk things up with a contest. We have quite a few new readers, so the competition might be stiffer! Here’s what you have to do. And believe me, it won’t be easy. Carol won last time, and she said it took her a…
From the front porch, I can see “up the bayou” like this. See the “swing” bridge? Look closely! And if I turn and look down the bayou, I can see the highway going south and the bayou going south and the camps across the bayou. Laurel and Hardy, as I lovingly call my carpenters, have…