Yes, really and truly. I’m not kidding you, and neither is the Louisiana state Department of Health and Hospitals when they put out a warning about high levels of a certain dangerous bacteria in coastal Louisiana swimming holes.
The buzzing of airboats reverberates across the marsh like giant bumble bees, humming their way from nest to nest in search of this ancient delicacy.
Okay, all you parents and grandparents of kids who like to hunt and fish and do other outdoor recreational activities. It’s time to pull out the keyboard for a little summer-time brush up on the old English and grammar skills or lend them your camera and see if you have a shutterbug in the family!…
First off, I have to ask forgiveness for putting up this type of post, since it has to do with a part-time gig I’m working on right now. Secondly, I have some bad news to break to you, the faithful readers who have come to know Bayou Fabio through stories I’ve written about him over the years on this blog.
Sometimes reality gets in the way of my writing, and on this occasion, I hope you will indulge me by allowing me to share with you why it’s been over a week since I’ve written a fresh, new post.
With the fading of last Louisiana wild yellow iris comes the budding of the brilliant pink of the Mimosa blooms and the beginning of the May brown shrimp season. Last Sunday night, dozens of small inland skimmer boats idled past the house, chug-chugging slowly down the bayou, creating as little wake as possible in patient procession to the three-mile inland waters where they would anchor for the night, and sleep until the official opening Monday morning at six.