This was Ashley’s first fishing trip since she fished on a bank in Texas long, long ago.
In the dim light of the sunrise, I showed her the basics of casting a spin caster–her first time ever. She caught on right away, and on her third cast screamed “I got a fish!! I got a fish!”
And yes, she did have a fish . . .
Her first speckled trout weighed 4.5 pounds and was 21 inches long!!! Thanks for a great morning of fishing, Ashley. You’re a great sport!
Among the migratory birds we saw and/or heard were the following birds:
white eyed vireo, painted and indigo bunting, rose-breasted gross beak, swamp sparrow, tree swallow, swamp canary, parula, barred owls, grackles, blue jays, cardinals, starlings, great and little blue heron, green and Louisiana heron, great and snowy egret, white and glossy ibis, black and turkey vulture, black crowned night heron, roseate spoonbill, cormorant, osprey, barn swallow, red bellied and pyleated woodpecker, eastern king bird, cat bird, Kentucky warbler (my first), kingfisher, Carolina chickadee, Carolina wren, laughing gull, ring-billed gull, black-neck stilts, common moorhen, purple martin, crow, red-winged black bird, morning dove
We hadn’t gone far up the bayou, when Roscoe pulled up in front of the small local store and gas pumps asking me if I wanted something to drink. Never one to drink much but coffee in the morning, but not wanting to hurt his feelings, I said sure–anything. Quick as a flash, he was…
LilSis and I did actually cook some of those fresh shrimp while I was up there. We were developing a signature shrimp recipe for Camp Dularge and we adapted this one from several recipes including one from Coco Marina, which I think they made quite famous. I had never had it before, but it sounded…
Well, lots of folks from Denham Springs westward to Crowley are now getting down to the nitty gritty of dealing with the flooding aftermath. I don’t envy those unfortunate souls one bit. As I said, been there, done that, and hope not to do it again anytime soon. I know that sounds selfish, but this…
LOWA, the Louisiana Outdoor Writers Association, recruited me for membership back in 2005 based on my book, Before the Saltwater Came. I didn’t see how such a book qualified me for membership, but it did. Among the handful of women members at that time was Susan Gros, a national fishing champion, and I was starry eyed and a wee bit intimidated!
Often overlooked as a landscaping choice when visiting your local nursery, the Dwarf Palmetto is a complex native palm of Louisiana that deserves a closer look. Able to grow in even the poorest soil conditions, this palmetto, Sabal minor, thrives in the heat and humidity and is even hardy enough to survive the chilly winters…
Wow! She catches fish and looks beautiful at the same time! You must be the -best- fishing guide, ever!
I’d like to be some day!!! We were up at 4 a.m. but she says something called Mac Makeup is worth every penny! I think I might have to go check it out. It does help that she’s only 26. Ahhh, to remember one’s youth!!!!
I have to admit you ARE the best guide ever! I would def. pay for that charter. You are a great teacher!
The glorious 4 A.M. fishing trip with left over makeup and old men wanting to persuade me to eat pickled eggs….yack! LOL….
I can NOT wait to go fishing again…and show up Mike’s fish AGAIN! ha ha.
Ah yes. I forgot about the old coot trying to convince you that pickled quail eggs are great for breakfast. At that point, you were really wondering what this “trip down the bayou” was really all about!!!! Glad you had a good time, Ash!