I told my old buddy, Glenn Sanchez, over at the Breton Sound Marina, that he owed me a trip. A good trip. Its a debt he has owed me for a long, long time, and it was debt he couldnt escape, because I wouldnt let him.
Dont you love those dog days of summer? The electricity meter is spinning like crazy trying to keep up with the humming air-conditioning unit, and the very thought of spending a day in the boat is about as appealing as a root canal.
It was a shocking sight: Grass was matted on the point of the little trenasse north of Main Pass. That was unexpected in Venice, after reports that Hurricane Katrina had ripped up any vestiges of submerged vegetation.
It was 5:30 in the morning, but John Engelsman was climbing off his bicycle after riding to the Grand Isle beach to check out the conditions as the suns first light leaked over the horizon and buddy Larry Langlois cooked bacon and eggs for breakfast.
Robert Lindley, Greg Webb, Otis Taylor and Jay Forrest caught easy limits in Louisiana's Wadefishing Wonderland.