With Camp Dularge getting busier and busier, my time to enjoy bayou life is growing shorter and shorter it seems.  Okay, I’m not complaining, just saying, that’s all. Today was a typical Tuesday, except for this little surprise . . . in the bayou in front of the house.  Termite thinks this gator has been…

has kept me busy for the past few days, interfering with my blogging–both reading and posting. Trash is trash, but our bayou banks have more than last year due to the storm surge of Ike last fall.  The fast-flowing water carries stuff for miles and miles, which often stops once it hits a high enough…

The weekend began with these guys getting ready for a kayak fishing tournament.  The weather Saturday morning was just not that inviting for any  kind of fishing; much less the kind where at some point in your trip you have to paddle against 35 mph winds. As I traveled down to the island for breakfast,…

Saturday morning weather was horrible for anything other than staying snug inside.  But if I wanted to get any kind of story, I would have to pull myself out of bed in that warm, cozy camp and brave the elements. My plan was to head to the island for breakfast and just see where that…

Three years ago, a writer friend of mine who works for the Baton Rouge Advocate was pressed for time on a deadline and asked me to help him out.  I wasn’t sure I could handle it–I was not a journalist. At that time, I had written a couple outdoor magazine articles but nothing for a…