The time for dillydallying with this great problem has passed; [federal officials] are far too dilatory in their movements, and take too long to devise ways and find means to avert the threatened danger, and rather incline to a plan that is entirely at variance with their printed opinions. . . .[T]he people . . . must bestir themselves in their own behalf. The time for theorizing and talking is past; the time for action has arrived.
We were making good time cutting through 2- to 3-foot seas in West Cote Blanche Bay, but on the horizon, as far as you could see out in the Gulf, was an ominous slate-blue sky, which meant only one thing: We were going to get wet real wet possibly before we reached our destination.
Accidents, mishaps, incidents misadventures in the field go by a variety of names. My wife, Carol, calls them Terry Moments, and I have to admit I have more than my share of them. Several years ago, I even wrote a feature for Louisiana Sportsman about some of the more bizarre ones.