I grew up in the 1960s, when groups like the Beach Boys became rich and famous singing about surfing in the summertime.
Songs like Surfer Girl, Surfin’ Safari and Surfin’ USA topped the charts, and had folks all over the world singing about California beaches — famous for big ocean waves and their strange attraction to surfers, a unique breed of people who paddle out on surfboards and ride the waves back to the beach.
Down here in South Louisiana, we don’t surf the waves, we fish them. In the heat of the summertime, we prowl our beaches, either from a boat or on foot, looking for birds or baitfish or any other signs that fish lie beneath the surf, in the crashing breakers, right in the midst of the froth and foam.
Summertime is still surfin’ time, when the waves crash up on the sandbars from Grand Isle to Four Bayous, and in those breakers roam numerous species of very desirable fish.