Fishing redux

What a great two days. We drive down through the remnants of the remnants of Ivan, which consists of lots of rain and lots of wind. Luckily, we didn’t get much of either.

Got to Port Sulphur, put our stuff in the camp house, which, by the way, has central air, 2 bathrooms, upright fridge, upright freezer, and an awesome view. Roughing it sucks.

Went to the local eatery/gas station for burgers. This place has great food and plenty of it. The normal-sized hamburger is a double. When it was delivered, one of the guys said, “Wait. YOU ordered a double?” The waitress responded, “No, dat de regulah size.” It was fantastic, too.

Played Texas Hold ‘Em, which is pretty much the new black of poker. Everywhere I turn, people are either talking about it, playing it, or talking about playing it. I got my ass waxed…no, not like that. I lost. If we were playing for real money, I would have lost big time.

Got up at the crack of dawn, went back to gas station for breakfast. Poured my coffee directly into the sugar dispenser cause it was early, jack, and I needed a boost.

Hit the water about 8 am. Let me tell you something, folks, we live in an absolutely beautiful country. I am awestruck everytime we leave the docks in Port Sulphur. The sun was just coming up, painting the sky in the most dazzling colors. There was a slight, cool breeze that smelled of the sea and you could see nothing but water and marsh grass wherever you looked. I could have sat there for hours, doing nothing but watching the world.

Next thing I know, it’s 1:30 pm and we’re heading back. I’m tired, my hand is about to cramp, my feet hurt, and I’m happier than I’ve been in a long time. It was a great time yet again. Between my buddy and I, we caught 40 redfish (we can only keep 5 a piece), 27 speckled trout (kept them all), and I caught two flounders. Fantastic!

Got home last night, put more ice on the fish, and crashed. It was the most fun I’ve had in close to a year. With the divorce stuff, the crap with my Mom, and just crap in general, it was great to just relax and unwind. I went down there with people I consider great friends and had an incredibly good time.

Thought I’d share some of the verbal highlights, too.

“You know how I know that? Because I’m bad ass!”
“Do the Tylenol PM make you sleepy?”
“Warn us before you do that next time.”
“Damn right I’m going all-in, it’s not real fucking money.”
“Um, I wouldn’t go in there for about an hour.”
“You’re wearing cologne? We’re going fishing for christ’s sake.”
“Um, I wouldn’t go in there for two hours.”

Good times!

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2 comments on “Fishing redux

  1. Wicked H says:

    Glad you had a blast!!!

  2. RP says:

    Sounds like a great time, even if there was no mention of Abita, Zaps, or boudin!

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