So the industrious, ever-resourceful BW heard about a casting call a week ago from Capt. Swallow, and her wheels started spinning. She went online and found out that the same casting crew would be coming to a nearby town, and she knew exactly who this crew needed to meet.
This was released today.
HISTORY CHANNEL’S “SWAMP PEOPLE”
IS ON THE LOOKOUT FOR NEW SWAMPERS!
In the farthest corner of America, lies the nation’s largest swamp. A hidden world where nature rules…and man fights back! For 30 days every year, the toughest Swampers on the bayou make their living hunting alligators. HISTORY channel follows these hunters as they battle the elements to survive!
~ WHAT WE ARE LOOKING FOR ~
ALLIGATOR HUNTERS: With AT LEAST 50 TAGS
who are LICENSED TO HUNT IN LOUISIANA.
TRUE SWAMPERS: Any interesting folks who live off the land or earn their living in the swamp— the unique people that can only be found in the swamps of Louisiana.
HOUMA, LA CASTING CALL
DATE: Friday, August 5th TIME: 9:00am – 5:00pm
LOCATION: Big Al’s
1377 West Tunnel Blvd
Houma, LA 70360
About ten years ago, on a beautiful bayou in south Louisiana, a young woman stood on her dock with her tiny son watching the mullet jump. Along came a wild-looking man, with long hair, in a small rough-looking boat. The boat slowed to an idle as the man struck up a conversation with the two. Even though he was hard to understand, the woman and her son felt like they had made a new friend.
He reminded her of someone very handsome from a different time and place. She thought about it a long time, and it came to her. He reminded her of that guy who posed for the front of romance novels (or so she heard, never having read one in her life), and did artificial butter commercials. It was the hair that made her think of that model, what was his name? And it finally hit her– Fabio.
Every day, the wild-looking man rode by in his boat, always looking so serious. And the more she looked at him . . .
He looked like Fabio from a distance while driving his boat backwards.
BW took many of her friends to meet Bayou Fabio because he is such a unique character, and he was open and kind to each one.
After a few conversations with the wild man, BW (along with one of her writer friends, S.S., who had come to visit) lovingly gave him the name Bayou Fabio, and it stuck.
Once upon a time, BW tried to have a serious conversation with BF. It went something like this:
BW: “Bayou Fabio, you stick with me, and I will make you famous.”
BF: “Oh yeah? You tink so? I don’t wanna be famous. I’m just looking for a blonde with brains!”
BW: “Looking for a blonde with brains?”
BF: “Yep, I been lookin’ a long time, and now I know dey ain’t got no blondes wit no brains.”
BW: “Oh yeah, how do you know that?”
BF: “Because, last year, I axed Santa for one, and even SANTA couldn’t find me one. So see? Dat’s how I know dey ain’t got none!”
BW: “Well, I might not be able to find you a blonde with brains, but I promise I am going to make you famous.”
Remember, BW’s wheels were spinning, and she remembered her promise to Bayou Fabio when she read about that casting call. And because she has a friend who is a producer, she knows a little bit about how the biz works. She did a little more internet research, found an email address for the casting person and sent him an email pronto telling him all about Bayou Fabio.
They’re not just looking for alligator hunters, but for anyone who lives off the wetland. BW has taken many people down to see and meet Bayou Fabio, and many of those people have written about him, taken his photo, and even done videos of him for TV and internet. But none of those people made him famous yet.
BW pulled out all the stops and and immediately wrote the casting person an email. In the letter, BW said that there was no way Bayou Fabio would go to a casting call with hundreds of other people there. He would, though, be very much open to the idea of taking the casting crew out on his boat so they could see exactly how he catches his gar fish.
BW got an immediate response from the cast person, who was very interested. He asked for photos, which she emailed promptly. Then he asked for a video link, which she also promptly provided.
Shortly after, he wrote back and said he would very much like to go out with BF on his boat and would let me know if he could go this Saturday. BW waited almost a week to hear back from him.
Tonight he called and said he was so sorry that he would not be able to go out with BF on his boat Saturday. He has two more casting calls in two other towns to do after Houma on Friday.
BW was very sad to think they were going to pass over this unique character and block his road to stardom . . .
And then he said this: BF does not have to come to the casting call. He has already made the cut. I will be back to go out on his boat with him some time next week. The video of him looks great, and he looks like the kind of genuine person we would be interested in filming.
Bayou Woman was thrilled . . . way more thrilled than Bayou Fabio, it seemed. For you see, BF is not impressed with celebrity status. He just lives his life, day to day, not bothering anyone, helping anyone who asks for his help. He fishes, he gardens, he visits friends, he throws his cast net, he catches baby crab and pins them up for a few days to watch them grow and scurry around sideways, he tends to his gar fish scales that cover the ground around his dock. He is very unassuming and probably the happiest, freest American BW has ever known.
But BW, in her very proud way, wants everyone to know that she knew the day was coming when somewhere in the world, someone with the means and wherewithal to do so, would think that this man lives a lifestyle worth documenting on film for all posterity. And that time has come.
BW told BF that she wants to be his agent, but it has nothing to do with money. She’s not asking for money. She just wants to make sure no one takes unfair advantage of her bayou friend, Bayou Fabio.
All he wanted was a blonde with brains. Guess he’ll have to settle for TV stardom.
I have a feeling, though, that he will soon be beating those smart blondes off with a paddle!