Feeshing.

Fathers’ Day was spent in Hackberry, LA.

I really doubt any of you know where that is, unless you are from that area. It’s near Lake Charles, LA. If you still don’t know where that is, may I refer you to Google Maps?

We went down to fish in Big Lake / Lake Calcasieu to catch red fish and speckled trout. It was going to be windy, we knew, but wanted to try our luck anyway. So we hitched up our bay boat and headed south.

We woke up before the crack of dawn on Saturday, bought some live shrimps (‘scrimps’ as I like to call them), waited in line at the docks and set off. The sun was coming up as we left. My brother and I sat quietly at the front of the boat and looked at all the shrimpers and other boats around the camps in the bay.

I’ve been fishing before, obviously, and usually my mom is the one who catches the most fish. I don’t know why… I mean, I guess my dad would probably be the champion since he goes with his buddies all the time, but he often spends most of his time tying different kinds of lures on our lines or getting us free from snags in the marshes.

This time, though, it was my turn. I came out on top as far as number of keepers we brought in. The first day, I caught my limit of red fish.

They’re fun to catch. They fight pretty hard.

We also caught a bunch of sheepshead, croakers, white trout, black drum, but no speckled trout on the first day. Where were those elusive beasts??

We took some time towards the end to drive around the bay, then we drove the truck out to the wildlife preserve and over the Holly Beach. Let’s get real for a sec… Holly Beach used to be the “Redneck Riviera,” but for whatever reason, now there are extremely nice beach houses and fishing camps on a coast that resembles that of the coast in the movie The Road (which, if you didn’t see it, is very muddy, gray, and rough). To each his own, I guess.

We stuffed our faces with seafood while we were there: boiled crabs, seafood gumbo, crawfish poboys, etc.

The next day we set out again, this time without my camera so I have no visuals to give you, but let the records show that I caught two beautiful speckled trout, the only ones we brought in all weekend.

We even caught some eels (or ribbon fish… something…! LOOK at this thing!!!)

That’s my brother, smiling with the jagged-toothed creature attached to his line…

It was a successful Fathers’ Day indeed. And all week, we have been eating fish.

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