What you lookin' at, fool?
You lookin’ at me? Well, then, take a picture. It’ll last longer!
Better like this?
Or better like this?
Okay, enough posing. I’m outta here.
You lookin’ at me? Well, then, take a picture. It’ll last longer!
Better like this?
Or better like this?
Okay, enough posing. I’m outta here.
What do you do on a cold, windy Friday when the trout aren’t biting? You drift the banks for red fish in hopes they will bite. As fishing luck would have it, two fish reached the end of the line (no pun intended) and made it into the boat. They are a beautiful bronze color…
We wound our way up a curvy bayou, looking for fishy water, and around the second curve she spotted a fishy-looking current line running from the western bank across the middle of the bayou and around the curve. We drifted in, and not long after she slung her bright yellow popping cork, it disappeared below the surface.
“F I S H O N!” Patti yelled with as much enthusiasm as a die-hard football fan screaming “TOUCHDOWN!”, and I was as happy for her as she was about reeling in that yellow-mouthed speckled trout.
We continued to pull in fish every few minutes at that spot until boat traffic scattered the fish, making them too spotty to find. Trolling on up the bayou, we cast around a few points that looked like ideal spots for trout to be hanging out waiting for bait fish. However, none of those spots were as profitable as our first stop.
Once we traveled to the end of my GPS bread crumb line and farther than I had ever explored before, we tested the waters. Nothing. We looked for cuts in the marsh, where the bait-filled water flowed into the bayou, carrying the unsuspecting bait to the bigger fish that awaited. We fished a couple of those spots without much luck.
Bayou Woman has a job. Yes, you heard me correctly. I have a job. Not just any job. I get to work with cool people and do cool things in my job. Please try not to be too jealous when you see photos like this . . . . . . in connection with my…
Two little Who Dats, dat’s who!
On vacation? Yep, it’s true. I went on a real vacation. I promise I’ll share it with you as soon as I have a half day free to do so. I promise! For now, here’s a sneak peek! Let the guessing begin in the comment section below! BW
After interviewing three more contractors and getting their varying expert opinions about how to re-do the slab and also their estimates for doing the job, I decided to hire Complete Concrete. All three cement finishers have good reputations, and I looked at slabs and driveways done by all three. However, the owner of Complete Concrete…
What song was he/she dancing to?? Too funny!
The “chicken song” Katy Bug! I need you to write me!!!
I wish my thighs looked like that!
Green heron or Night heron. I feel the need to du de Du soon.
Lean on Darth for me…..
Blu, maybe you just need to offer Timothy James (Darth) to pay for the whole trip and then he can come? He told me he was too broke to come down! But I did lean on him!
Is that a mature bird? Hard to tell his size. His colors are soooooooooo beautiful. I think the males of all the bird species are always “purtier” than the females.
Steffi: our male species are the ones generally blessed with the long, dark eyelashes, great skin and better cheek bones. Us females? We have Maybelline! Just my thoughts.
Of course, I love all the herons, but I especially love these. It is a green heron, and they are much smaller than all the other herons. So yes, I would say it is no longer a juvenile. He is a newcomer to the place where I photographed him. Typically they are more shy than the other herons, flitting from bush to shore to eat and not hanging out in the open for too long at a time. But this one was a captive subject! Pretty much had him cornered!
Green herons are beautiful! We saw quite a few of them in FL.
If he’s a Green Heron, why is he blue? Is it because he’s lonely? LOL
I think the photo color is a little off from reality because he was more dark green than blue. I should have adjusted the color, I guess.
Tried that with all the yankees, no bites. Harder to lasso than dolphin on porpoise. That’s gonna leave a mark…..ouch.
Them birds hide in the shore reeds and cat tail here. Had one over in Indiana that liked my old gray plastic boat couldn’t hang on to gunwales though. Tried three aborted landing… Usually they flush out right at your head then back in the reeds.
Mute swans however will kill you coming out of the reeds. Different story….
Blu, are you speaking in code again? None of the yanks want a paid trip down to bayou country? Maybe you should check your mouthwash and deodorant! LOL!!!
Kids, jobs, and women are main issues. Legal and stuff are others.
Saw a green heron at E tonight. I took it as a sign the bluegill were gonna hit and they did.