Today was the second annual Bayou Dularge Trash Bash. I don’t have time to make a detailed post, because I have to get ready for a dinner party. If you want a preview of the day, you’ll just have to visit dularge.com and take a peek!
We pulled into the lake about 7 a.m. looking for clean water and it looked pretty decent so we began to drift and cast. Termite commented that the boats looked like they were all on anchor, and there was not much wind action. We watched them for a minute and once in a while they…
As most of you know, I haven’t been posting much because the lens on my Nikon D-50 broke. No, I have not called Nikon and I’m not sure why not. All my photos have to be taken with my zoom lens, which means standing far from the subject and often results in blurry shots.m. I’m…
My daughter and I spent this morning making a delightfully smooth punch for the wedding reception. Then we drove to town and decorated the reception hall and the sanctuary at the church. This is the church she was born in, baptized in, professed her faith in, directed music in, and where she and her fiance`…
This past Saturday, our radio show topic was one I suggested–“women hunters”. Even though I’m not a hunter, I enjoyed moderating the show and sharing about the women hunters I’ve met this fall and what great gals they are.
One of those women hunters is an all-around outdoor woman who inspires me to the moon and back. She is Rene` Lofton Hatten, and I met her and Sammy this summer at our outdoor writer’s conference. She couldn’t believe the Bayou Woman wasn’t a hunter and invited me to the deer camp this fall, but you know how people say things to be polite and never follow through.
Story goes, once upon a time, there was a state who was experiencing severe drought. The governor of that fair state proclaimed a day of prayer for an end to the drought and high temperatures. The day after the day of prayer, it rained cats and dogs and the Louisiana crops were saved! I’m not…
Gone are the days when his ancestors stalked buffalo on the Louisiana prairies. Gone also are the days they used tomahawks to slay their supper. But Houma Indian, Rickey Verrett, still stalks his prey and still wields a hatchet on a regular basis.
Looks like it was a hit. Hope someone got the oyster man that continually dumps in the water. Not yet, but we’re getting some cooperation from enforcement after this cleanup!
Did I see some familiar (family) faces in the pictures? No!
Y’all are wonderful to put forth such effort for this great cause. Congrats to all for the second year! And a GREAT thanks to Bayou Woman for doing so much to initiate the first one. I appreciate that, Cuz, but you know there were a couple of us who did the work! There were 3 of us this year!