It was a long time coming, but Mrs. Coach’s family and their friends finally arrived Wednesday evening after a couple days of traveling down from Oklahoma. I felt like I was not meeting a new friend, but seeing an old friend again for the first time in a long time. Does that make sense?
Another family came with them–the husbands are first cousins and Mrs. Coach and Kass could be sisters. They had their 2 yo son, “Red” with them. We all got along grandly! This pic courtesy of Mrs. Coach.
As soon as the vehicles were unloaded, Bryce (13 yo) and I headed to the bayou side with his favorite rod and reel combo. And guess what? First cast, he caught a bass! In no time at all, he caught and released about six or seven. I was as surprised as they were. I had no clue the young bass were so abundant in the bayou right there! He was a little disappointed, though, because he was hoping for his first red fish.
Friday morning a storm system delayed us about an hour, but after the clouds cleared, we headed to my favorite and (in the past) most productive spot for catching reds on plastic baits and gold spoons.
Seemed “Lady Fishing Luck” was on Mrs. Coach’s side. Even though she wasn’t able to land the big red that grabbed her hook, she managed to catch and release about six nice little bass. She definitely outfished all the men on this trip! Go girl power!
(At this point, I will apologize for my lack of illustrious photos. My back was “out” and thus restricted my ability to grab the camera every time someone caught a fish. So, I missed a bunch of photo ops. Sorry.)
When it was apparent the fish weren’t biting any more, we headed to the crab canal only to find a boatload of people having a high time catching crabs there and not looking like they were ready to leave any time soon. So, we went to a second spot to try our luck at catching the blue crustaceans.
” GOT ONE!!! I GOT ONE!!! GRAB THE NET!”
We learned how to tell the boys from the girls . . . the girls wear bright orange claw polish, right Tara? (We are designing a line of Wetland Colors nail polish! Our first color is Crab Claw Orange!)
After a couple hours of crabbing, we started fishing again–this time, we fished on the bottom with fresh cracked crab as bait. Bryce caught a 19-inch black drum that we kept to add to our table fare later. Jason hooked a four-foot alligator gar that, fortunately, got off the hook at the boat. I mean, who wants to clean that monster?
Back at the camp, Mrs. Coach had a nice surprise planned for us (just in case we didnt’ catch a big red for the grill).
The bread dough is a simple flour, baking powder, salt, and water mixture which Mrs. Coach rounded into a ball, patted in a flat circle, and then stretched into a bigger circle using the “hand-flipping” method shown above!
We filled them with a delicious ground beef mixture (buffalo is better but not available here) seasoned southwest style and then topped with our favorites–cheese, sour cream, lettuce, tomatoes, salsa.
We stuffed ourselves on Indian Tacos while they stuffed themselves with boiled crab. You should have heard the slurping going on and seen the crab juice running down chins and elbows!
Beautiful sounds and sights!
We headed out again in the boat a couple hours before sunset to see if we might catch the reds feeding on the falling tide–still no luck. Again, we headed to the crab canal hoping the greedy crabbers from earlier would be gone. They were.
Mrs. Coach and family had a good time catching more blue crab to ice down for the trip home. I hope they will be able to find the crab boil we use or that they had the foresight to buy some before they left so they can share this delicacy with their Oklahoma family.
I’m really glad Mrs. Coach booked their summer vacation on the bayou with us. It really was great meeting them, and once again proves the theory that you can network with and meet some wonderful folks on the world wide web. The kids got along well together, and the only way the trip could have been better is if we would have had more time to find those illusive red fish! Sorry, Coach. Maybe next time?
And maybe next time, my back will be 100% and we will have more than one day to fish. Ya think?