Speck-tacular Fun!
It was a beautiful day watching the shrimp jump and the gulls dive. Only thing better than that was watching our Cantaloupe Pogeaux Pops go down, down, down. We ended the day with a box full of trout and tired arms!



It was a beautiful day watching the shrimp jump and the gulls dive. Only thing better than that was watching our Cantaloupe Pogeaux Pops go down, down, down. We ended the day with a box full of trout and tired arms!



If you’re new to the bayou, you might want to jump over here to see how Camp Dularge went from being on 18-inch house blocks to 9-foot pilings. After the back steps were built, and I was able to go inside and check out the floor, I was disturbed to see a hump in the…

That is what we are. Not out of desire, but out of necessity. After years of writing about the Louisiana wetlands, speaking about them, taking people out to see them, advocating for them, and replanting them, I’ve finally reached the conclusion that the coast of Louisiana is not going to be restored to the 1950’s…
Memories There are just so many things going on right now that I want to tell you about, none of which warrants an entire blog post of its own though. Not only that, but everything is just so beautiful, bountiful, lush and green right now that I have way too many photos to share, and it…
And the winner, drawn from the old straw hat, is none other than Heidi. Ok, Heidi, we need to go to email on this. Browse through the site and find a photo that you would like as a print. Email me with your decision, and we’ll take it from there, ok? The blue birds are…

Ah, the joys of having a big brother. On one of their first fishing trips together, Daboo initiated Termite into the Fisherman Club by telling him he must kiss this catfish for good luck before releasing it. Because big brother knows everything about fishing, and because big brother basically hung the moon, Termite didn’t hesitate—not…
It was 1979, and I was working as a dispatcher for ODECO. She answered the old black phone in her native tongue, her words lost on me. I had called her house to ask if her son, the crew boat captain, happened to be home. Hoping she could understand me, I continued in English, “He has to go on a run right now.” His boat was next up to take a trip out to the Gulf to deliver emergency equipment, and as night dispatcher, it was my job to find him. She understood me well enough to relate to me in broken English where she thought he might have been.