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Saturday Night LOWA Banquet

It was Lil Sis’s turn to get me back for not pulling out my camera the afternoon before to take her picture with her first ever red fish–something I am still regretting.

So, when my name was called Saturday night to go forward and receive an award, her camera stayed in her handbag.  Big sigh.  I deserved it!!!  Just kidding!  It was not intentional.  She and I both suffer from a disease we call HISM’s.

It’s just as well, because I probably looked like a total dork shaking hands with Don Dubuc when he handed me

my prize check for an article I wrote earlier this year about women and fishing, which you are welcome to read over at my company website–Wetland Tours.  It appeared on this blog, as well.  Some of you might remember reading it.

Last year,  an article I wrote about coastal restoration took a first place, and the proceeds from that prize are going toward buying marsh plants for my favorite local restoration project:  TE-44.  I will add this year’s prize money to the pot, along with 5% of all my book sales.  Now that storm is season is almost over, I hope we can get some plants in the ground this winter.

Lil Sis and I got to see some talented folks receive recognition for their work in the areas of outdoor writing, broadcast, and photography.  The awards ceremony makes me want to hone my skills even more to see if one day I might be good enough to stand among those who received several first place awards for their work.

It was a pleasant evening, and I’m glad Lil Sis was there to enjoy it with me.

BW

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7 Comments

  1. Easy money. Hey banquet reports are supposed to include a menu run down and critique. Where they at? I suppose you were no carbo’ing and snuck bacon in the building?

  2. Congrats! Will you let your readers know when you plan on planting? Maybe you could find some help if there is advanced notice.

  3. Blu – easy money if you can get published enough and someone out there in 13 other states thinks your writing is good enough! These are peer reviewed by judges from states other than this one, TX, or MS!

    Menu? Well, the salad was good. It was held at the HI in Morgan City, LA this year. Banquet fare is always about the same. Some kind of pasta and some kind of chicken. And no, I am not no carbing it. Never have and never will! I love my carbs way too much to snub them! That said, the bread was probably the highlight of the meal for me! Oh, and the “sweet iced tea”!!!! I am a good old southern gal, remember?

    Steffi – I usually don’t get much notice on the planting, but if they give me a few days, I will let y’all know. They might do a major volunteer planting day, and if they do, I’ll certainly post either the details for a link here. How’s that?

    Kim – After taking that shocking first place last year, getting a third was sort of anti-climactic–although still a feather in my personal writing cap!!!

    Vance – Thanks! Check and see if there is a NC Outdoor Writer’s Association. There might be! Boone would be a great candidate to write for them! And you!

  4. BW, a recognition by a peer review is a significant thing. That would be more valuable in my heart and confidence than any cash prize….for sure…(sooo valley, sorry) but overcoming yet another hurricane blow in such a short time, Money, any money ROCKS!
    You are always an inspiration, resourceful and strong, and even without realizing it, you are Grace under Fire!
    Debbi in Texas

  5. Thanks, Deb, but I don’t always feel so strong! I am doing “other things” to distract me from the task at hand, which is figuring out how to get us out of Camp Dularge and into a home on our land down the bayou. Maybe a little more time on the water and all the cob webs will be cleared out!
    BW