Fortunately, the two captains with Phil Robichaux Fishing Charters (504-689-2006) had already put 10 trout in the boat.
He wasn't really to blame, though. The trout were biting so quickly that he got excited and threw right over both their lines.
I didn't know what it meant to be Boudreauxed, but I figured it out after Zimmer crossed my own line later in the day.
"I done Boudreauxed everybody," Zimmer exclaimed realizing that his line lay on top of three other lines.
I took it that being Boudreauxed meant getting crossed by someone else.
Wilson hasn't had much time to worry about getting Boudreauxed here lately, though, and even my son's errant casts couldn't stop him from trying to extend his hot streak.
"We've just been hammering out limits of trout every day," he told me as he fished the mouth of the canal right where Bay L'Ours and Brusle Lake meet. "If we catch them today, this will be 31 straight trips that I've had limits of trout on the boat."
Trout were the only thing Wilson worried might cross him.
During the colder weather we had a few weeks ago, Wilson found most of his trout stacked up farther back in the dead-end canals.
However, soaring temperatures have sent the trout back toward the shallower bays, and this canal has been a major migration route.
Zimmer later told me this canal was called Clovelly Canal.
Somewhat confused, I asked him to explain how this was Clovelly Canal because I thought the one farther to the north in Little Lake was Clovelly Canal.
"This whole area is considered Clovelly," he explained as he pointed to marsh between the two canals on his mobile phone map. "You got the one main canal up north and you got this one down here."
However, the one at Little Lake is more of a straight shot, whereas the one at the back of Bay L'Ours has a maze of dead-end canals spreading out in every direction.
Wilson caught all 30 of his limits the same way we fished trying to make it 31 limits - ghost chartreuse colored Capt. Lane's Ghost Minnows fished about 18 inches under popping corks.
"It's been pretty steady," Wilson said while reeling in another trout. "We got a lot of shrimp moving out of the canals and the marsh and these fish have just been staging right at the mouth of this canal in about 10 feet of water."
Every day, Wilson has found a few birds diving, and working his cork-and-plastic combination beneath the birds has produced lots of limit-sized speckled trout.
Being a Saturday morning, our bite under the birds died just about the time we put our 40th trout in the box.
No water movement certainly didn't help matters either.
Undeterred, Wilson moved us to the backs of some of the dead-end canals where we picked on them until about 11:00.
A final two fish at the Helicopter Pad area pushed our final count right up to 90 fish.
With four people on the boat, that left us 10 fish shy of our limit.
However, considering I held the video camera for the entire early morning bite under the birds, 90 fish felt like 15 more than a limit rather than 10 less.
Wilson may feel like the trout Boudreauxed him as he tried to extend his streak, but we know better.
A media mulligan means the streak lives on.