Two casts from the bank and I’ve got something: a seventy-foot pine tree. – Nick Lyons, Bright Rivers.
Nearly a month ago I wondered if it was nearly spring. After a brutal winter (by Louisiana standards) it did warm up a bit, but the rain defiantly came late in the workweek, every week, ruining plans for weekend forays into the wilds.
Then came the first spat of nice weekend weather, but that was the Bayou Teche Wooden Boat Show, and I was stuck. I crossed my fingers and hoped for as good or better the following Saturday. I got my wish.
I was on the road by six and arrived at a favorite flow by nine. There were lots of people out; people who were as wrung-out by cabin fever as me, so I really couldn’t disdain them.
My fishing bud and I strung up rods and waders. Yes, waders. A quick jaunt to the clear and sparkling creek and a hand in the abundant flow proved it to be toe-bluing cold. This was nearly our undoing.
We headed downstream away from the others, but a family of three had gotten ahead of us. We usually walk until we . . . → Read More: Finally
‘Things aren’t always what they seem…’
A story eight thousand years in the telling… “This is all a dream to me. A dream from a thousand years ago. And I’m only glad that I can experience it while I’m still awake…” This is the story of a nation, and that of one of its own sons. An abridged version of Roger Emile Stouff’s first three memoirs, ‘Losing Home’ is his perspective of the Chitimacha people and of the vanishing landscape, coast and river basin they still call home. ‘Losing Home’ scrutinizes the environmental loss, the cultural challenges, and the personal tragedies that have forever altered land, water and people in what was once a true paradise of wilderness. It also chronicles change in a man’s life when all solace and those things of value that he has known withers and vanishes. ‘ Losing Home’ asks, what is home? And if home has left him can he ever find that place again?