It was already 7:45, but if memory served, the reds kept banker’s hours last June and didn’t show up to eat until around 8 or 9, so maybe that would be the case today. Second cast of the H&H gold spoon and WHAM! And then whir, as the voracious red peeled the line off the reel.
“Yea, baby! They’re here!!!!!” my voice bounced off the bank and echoed around the cove.
Four professionals from Amsterdam, Holland, traveled from New Orleans down bayou roads to take a wetland tour with Bayou Woman. Read more.
As a wetland advocate and tour guide, I have the privilege of educating people from across the nation and across the oceans about the beauty and bounty, degradation and disappearance of the wetlands here. They learn about the necessity of healthy marshes to protect humans, wildlife, and infrastructure from storm surges. They hear for the first time that roughly, every 2.7 miles of healthy marsh reduces a storm surge by one foot.
In the midst of the worst environmental disaster America has ever seen, there are still pristine Louisiana wetlands where Bayou Woman goes on a regular basis.
Oil has made its way, unimpeded into the lower waters of Terrebonne parish, and will move into the marshes where it will cause untold death.
Right now, I’m not sure what BP stands for other than Big Profits. I could think of a few not-so-nice names that my newest readers might not appreciate, but I will restrain myself.