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Let's watch the dolphin rescue . . .
Someone on the sailboat spied a dorsal fin, dangerously close to the shore. “Is that dolphin sick?” “It must be sick. It’s beached itself.” “Maybe he just got stranded by the falling tide.” On and on the speculations went by the guests onboard the “Happy Ours” sailing vessel. And while we were speculating, the good…
Smoking Guns
Smoking Guns . . .

Anatomy of a Duck Hunt . . .
or “Mom, there is no one to take me duck hunting. I’ve called everyone . . sniff . . sniff . . and tomorrow is going to be the best morning yet. I just know it.” And I sympathized with Termite, I really did. We have the boat, he has acquired all the proper gear…

Vote for your favorite photo!
Below are four photos taken in the Mauvais Bois Swamp, one of the most beautiful spots in Terrebonne Parish, and my personal favorite place. Would you do me a big favor? Please take a moment and examine all four photos, then please vote for your favorite and tell us what you like about it. “Mosslight”…
Double Trouble!
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.

Coon antics – Part 2
Chaoui is a teencoon now and doesn’t think it’s cool to spend a lot of time with Mommy and the family. She is spending more and more time exploring the great outdoors—even staying out all night at times. She has broken curfew and just refuses to accept being “grounded”!!! Here are the rare indoor photos…

Let's watch the dolphin rescue . . .
Someone on the sailboat spied a dorsal fin, dangerously close to the shore. “Is that dolphin sick?” “It must be sick. It’s beached itself.” “Maybe he just got stranded by the falling tide.” On and on the speculations went by the guests onboard the “Happy Ours” sailing vessel. And while we were speculating, the good…
Smoking Guns
Smoking Guns . . .

Anatomy of a Duck Hunt . . .
or “Mom, there is no one to take me duck hunting. I’ve called everyone . . sniff . . sniff . . and tomorrow is going to be the best morning yet. I just know it.” And I sympathized with Termite, I really did. We have the boat, he has acquired all the proper gear…

Vote for your favorite photo!
Below are four photos taken in the Mauvais Bois Swamp, one of the most beautiful spots in Terrebonne Parish, and my personal favorite place. Would you do me a big favor? Please take a moment and examine all four photos, then please vote for your favorite and tell us what you like about it. “Mosslight”…
Double Trouble!
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.

Coon antics – Part 2
Chaoui is a teencoon now and doesn’t think it’s cool to spend a lot of time with Mommy and the family. She is spending more and more time exploring the great outdoors—even staying out all night at times. She has broken curfew and just refuses to accept being “grounded”!!! Here are the rare indoor photos…

Let's watch the dolphin rescue . . .
Someone on the sailboat spied a dorsal fin, dangerously close to the shore. “Is that dolphin sick?” “It must be sick. It’s beached itself.” “Maybe he just got stranded by the falling tide.” On and on the speculations went by the guests onboard the “Happy Ours” sailing vessel. And while we were speculating, the good…
Smoking Guns
Smoking Guns . . .

Anatomy of a Duck Hunt . . .
or “Mom, there is no one to take me duck hunting. I’ve called everyone . . sniff . . sniff . . and tomorrow is going to be the best morning yet. I just know it.” And I sympathized with Termite, I really did. We have the boat, he has acquired all the proper gear…

Vote for your favorite photo!
Below are four photos taken in the Mauvais Bois Swamp, one of the most beautiful spots in Terrebonne Parish, and my personal favorite place. Would you do me a big favor? Please take a moment and examine all four photos, then please vote for your favorite and tell us what you like about it. “Mosslight”…
Double Trouble!
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.

Coon antics – Part 2
Chaoui is a teencoon now and doesn’t think it’s cool to spend a lot of time with Mommy and the family. She is spending more and more time exploring the great outdoors—even staying out all night at times. She has broken curfew and just refuses to accept being “grounded”!!! Here are the rare indoor photos…

Let's watch the dolphin rescue . . .
Someone on the sailboat spied a dorsal fin, dangerously close to the shore. “Is that dolphin sick?” “It must be sick. It’s beached itself.” “Maybe he just got stranded by the falling tide.” On and on the speculations went by the guests onboard the “Happy Ours” sailing vessel. And while we were speculating, the good…
Smoking Guns
Smoking Guns . . .

Anatomy of a Duck Hunt . . .
or “Mom, there is no one to take me duck hunting. I’ve called everyone . . sniff . . sniff . . and tomorrow is going to be the best morning yet. I just know it.” And I sympathized with Termite, I really did. We have the boat, he has acquired all the proper gear…

Vote for your favorite photo!
Below are four photos taken in the Mauvais Bois Swamp, one of the most beautiful spots in Terrebonne Parish, and my personal favorite place. Would you do me a big favor? Please take a moment and examine all four photos, then please vote for your favorite and tell us what you like about it. “Mosslight”…
My guess would be the Fiji Islands and you had a traveling companion named Wilson who looked like a soccer ball.
Ha! Fabulous guess! Wilson was AWOL, but I did see a coconut that would suffice, LOL!
Really haven’t any idea, but its on the coast. Not La. or Texas. The wind is blowing. Really rocky and steep coast line. And some how I can tell you are enjoying your vacation. Bill
You’re right on 4 counts: On a coast. Not in LA. Not in TX. And I did thoroughly enjoy myself!
I’d forgotten your maiden name was Wilson..Of course I was referring to the Tom Hanks movie “Castaway” and his soccer ball Wilson and was not implying that the Wilson clan look like soccer balls.
I totally got it first time, George!!! See my above reply! You made me smile, though!
I know where so I’m not going to say anything! I just can’t wait to hear about it all! 🙂
I could talk about this trip for hours, and I may do just that next time I see you!
I wondered where you’d been! Lucky you! Given the palm trees, the palmettos, the rocks and the wind, I know where it isn’t: anywhere along the Gulf coast. The palms pretty much rule out the NE, and it doesn’t look like California, so I’m going to say the islands: maybe the Virgin Islands? Wherever, I can’t wait to hear about it!
Yes, lucky, blessed me! Not NE and not Cal, but you’re getting warm!
Tulum, Mexico?
Have you been there?
Yes. In the 1970’s my husband and I hitch hiked to Mexico and ended up staying in a grass hut near Tulum. We slept in hammocks and enjoyed swimming in the gorgeous water and walking in that talcum powder sand. Our breakfast was prepared by Sra. Cancheb, who was our hostess. We also bought fish and she grilled it for us over an open fire. Snorkeling at Chel jai (sic) where the senotes met the salt lagoons provided exquisite visions of exotic colorful fish. Memories for a lifetime. It was hard to return to our regular lives of school teaching and college student. Your pictures conjured up lovely memories.
Oh how fabulous! How long ago was that, Caroline? How fun!
1975, so 40 years ago. Cancun was only a gleam in a developers eye. There were rumors that Cancun was going to happen. Pure heaven.
Costa Rica
Close, but no cigar!
Cozumel?
Hey you! You need to call me!!! Close, but just a ferry ride away . . . .
I know where you went so i will say the pics were bee-u-tee-ful!!!!! It really helps to get away. I went to DOMINICA and stayed a week with my son and we toured the island. He had won a scholarship to study in a third world country and help a company with there business.
Good for you! More soon . . . .
Looks like a photo I took in Tulum Mexico also in Acumal, Mexico (don’t know if I spelled that right) If you saw the Mayan Ruins you were in Mexico….awesome water isn’t it? Bluer than blue!!!
Yes, Sharon, you are absolutely right about that photo!
Beautiful view.