Only a slight ripple tousled the water as Erik Rue streaked across the wide-open reaches of Calcasieu Lake.
Wind had whipped the water body into a froth for a week, but had died to a whisper the evening before, providing plenty of time for the water to clean up.
Rue was excited after his long hiatus from the lake, but he was forced to hold back on the gas. It was the maiden voyage of his newest boat, and he had to break in the motor.
Still, as the sun’s first tentacles of light embraced the lake, the veteran guide had a rod in his hand, working a Norton Sand Eel over Long Point reef.
I took up a position and cast out, fully expecting to feel the familiar crust of the shells along the bottom.
But my jig met no resistance as I bumped it along. In fact, it was difficult to feel any bottom.