Our First Youth Hunt . . .

or “How Termite Forgot Something Very Important” After listening to not one, not two, but about six duck calls being blown from daylight until after dark for about six months now by my hunter-in-training 12-year-old son, do you have ANY idea how annoying that can be? And there we were, having braved the fog, the…

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Birds of the Bayou . . .

or the birds whose space we invaded while fishing this recently. This is a dead-end canal, and the amount of birds in this 100-yard stretch is pretty amazing. This isn’t the best photo ever, but it speaks to the beauty and serenity of this little spot.  This great egret watched us from a distance, and flew from…