A wasted day . . .
The delivery truck broke down, but no one bothered to inform me until I called at 4 p.m.
Still no hot water, and I’ll find something good to post about as soon as I can.
The delivery truck broke down, but no one bothered to inform me until I called at 4 p.m.
Still no hot water, and I’ll find something good to post about as soon as I can.

with someone else on their boat for a change!!! The cypress cottage aka Camp Dularge is across the bayou from the camp of a delightful couple who invited me to join them on a trout hunt this morning. You bet your bippy I would! And maybe later I’ll be back here with some photos (if…


or “Mom, there is no one to take me duck hunting. I’ve called everyone . . sniff . . sniff . . and tomorrow is going to be the best morning yet. I just know it.” And I sympathized with Termite, I really did. We have the boat, he has acquired all the proper gear…
First, the winner of the Community Coffee Canister. This goes back to the two fishing posts from last week. There were 25 comments, not counting mine. And the winner is: Random Integer Generator Here are your random numbers: 3 Timestamp: 2009-07-06 00:23:58 UTC Going back to last week’s first fishing post, the third comment is…
Friday morning floated in on a hazy fog while most folks in Bayou Dularge were sawing logs and dreaming sweet dreams. Not so for the likes of 19, two-man teams of redfish anglers who tossed and turned in anticipation of finding that perfect duo of redfish that would put them in the running during this past weekend’s HT Redfish Cup 2012 pre-qualifying tournament.
Deep in the wetlands of South Louisiana, people are rebuilding above the flood plain. Read about one bayou family’s journey upward.