Bayou Cook, La. HOME

[coachlaw]

While many of you are waiting for my report from Anegada, I've just found myself in home waters, Bayou Cook, La. I assure you all, I will be writing my definitive report of my Anegada experience, but Momma and Pappa have kept me so busy at home, (The "Sandy Do" list was 22 items long.) I haven't found much time to write. Tonight I find myself in the place I grew up, where I learned to be a man; Bayou Cook. I thought I'd be spending tonight in Grand Bayou, but I was offered a place to stay at a friend's camp (the only one left on Bayou Cook), so I took it. I got out at sunset and the place didn't disappoint. I had time for a few casts and caught a keeper red on the first cast. I was about 100 yards from my old front porch. We had it for supper on the halfshell. How's that for a "Welcome Home"?

I soon lost $5 in Boo-Ray, but that's how it goes. Tomorrow night is high stakes. 25 cents a match stick. No more 5 cents a match stick. Hopefully I win it back.

I'll be hitting the reds early, when I fill my limit, I'll hit the trout. Catching limits here is as easy as falllin' out the boat and gettin' wet. The light tides may be challenging for other folks, but I know where they're at.

Yes, I will in all likelihood keep 13 inch trout. But what I really love about here is the 16 inch redfish. Perfect size!

I promise to work on my Anegada report when I get back. - Sandy

[Walker]

Sounds like heaven to me, Sandy.

[Walker]

I just took a look at Bayou Cook on Google Earth. You must be at this camp, because it is indeed the only one left standing. There are bits and pieces of a lot of other camps, but the ground they were once on is gone. Sill, looks like fish heaven.

[Curmudgeon]

Sweet!Have fun Sandy!

[S-troop]

Bayou Cook, La. HOME

Pass a good time Sandy!


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[Wild Bill]

Very cool, do enjoy!

[coachlaw]

You found me Wakah! Unfortunately my bragadocio did no good for me this morning. 1 red, 4 trout. I am flummoxed and humbled! I haven't done so poorly since I was a kid . . . . . in the WINTER TIME! The places I was counting on, on a light tide aren't there anymore. They're just plain gone. So this afternoon I'll be learning some new spots. As of a couple hours ago, it's just too hot to fish. I'll get back at it in an hour or so.

[plugger]

Sounds great ! Sportsman paradise .

[coachlaw]

Scratched out 2 more reds and a sheepie this afternoon. Hittin' the hay early so I can get after 'em early.

[Oleander Kayaker]

Don't lose your travel money back, to Boo-Ray. Good times...

[Walker]

For me, only losing 5 bucks in booray is a damned good night.

[S-troop]

Bayou Cook, La. HOME

For me, only losing 5 bucks in booray is a damned good night.

X2!


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[coachlaw]

Well, the boo-ray game never happened. My buddy's girlfriend got a migraine, the poor girl. My buddies dock lights are not so good, so night fishing was less than effective. He did dock about a 50lb big ugly on half a crab. The fishing was MUCH better Sunday. I found birds early and had a lot of fun catching stogies (smaller than dinks) for about half an hour. They were ravenous little beggars. I stopped counting after 30 and they were coming 2 at a time, only one measured over 12 inches though. I was also catching hardheads on arties. What's up with that??? I decided to go back to the marsh for reds and they didn't disappoint, and neither did the drum or sheepies. I ended up with my limit of reds and drum, plus 4 sheepies and 2 flounder. When we cleaned the fish, my buddy asked for one of my sheepies as that was his favorite fish. I told him I'd trade my sheepies for his reds. The best thing about that was I didn't have to clean the sheepies. The only bad news was no trout, and momma wanted trout. So I'll have to go again soon.

Now for the tough part. When I dunked the trailer to put the boat back on it, the bunk boards floated off. Apparently the brackets had rusted through. So I had to get back in the boat and retrieve them, then figure out how to re-attach them. My friends had hit the road, the silly marina store closes at 5pm now, which is ridiculous in the Summer, so I was on my own. Now this is where I feel my talent for scavenging and coon-arse engineering comes through. I canvassed the parking lot and found pieces of wire, a coat hanger, a zip tie, and even a rope that looks like it came off of an old cast net. Well, I strapped the bunk boards back on with a great deal of creativity, using everything short of chewing gum.

So I loaded everything up and I was all ready to hit the road. My fix seemed to be road worthy . . . . . Not so fast. Now the trailer lights didn't work. After a quick survey, I realized my ground wire was missing. So guess what? I launched the boat again and re-scavenged a piece of wire I had put on the bunk boards. What a freakin' pain in the arse! Oh, all this was done in the dark. I didn't get on the road until 10pm.

This morning, I took the boat straight to Skipper B. No more trailer nightmares.

[Oleander Kayaker]

Whata night! Congrats on creative en'ge'nearing!
I'm not so great at getting the boat back on the trailer, even with everything in place and in working order, (gotta consult Jeremy).
I unplug the lights before dunking the trailer, to keep a charge off the ground connectors while immersed.

[gus12343]

A true angler.