It was going to be a typical late-summer day — muggy with a high in the upper 90s. Normally, I would have stayed inside under the air conditioning, but on this particular morning I was off to Black Bayou Reservoir near Benton.
It’s been at least 25 years since my younger brother Greg, my dad Allen and I fished together. So it was an even bet whether or not we’d all survive the trip when we loaded up Monday morning to make a bream-fishing trip to the Atchafalaya Basin.
Three Crawfords on 17 feet of Cajun Special can be a scary thing.