The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1891-08-15

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lake in question was Grand Lake,
Zone of the lakes Of the At~chafalaya.'s
We had no sooner agreed to make
the trip than we began all necessary
preparation, and By 4 o'clock that
afternoon all things yourselves includ-
ed) were safely landed on the shores of
the Grand Lake. 1t was the work of
an hour to get all things on board the
lugger; and by 6 o'clock we were of.
Cypress Island is about 3 miles from
the mainland, and with a good breeze
the run can be made in 20 minutes :;
but unfortunately we had only a light
breeze to start with and it, having
o o died away, we had to amuse (f)
ourselves by pulling most of the way.
1t was after night-fall when we reach
ed the Pass, and having decided to re-
main on the boat, we cast anchor, and
prepared to fish.
While waiting for the fish, let me in
troduce the q~uartette. For fear of be-
ing hurt. l will only give the names
as they were known on the boat, which
were "Hotsn, "Professor'', "Doc" and
= | did not have any.
Fish bit we'll only when the tide
changed, and as it did this late in the
afternoon, and very early in the morn-
ing, we, remembering that slime and
tide wait for no man" retired early so
as to be up in time for the turn Of the
tide.
Daylight found us with quite a nice
mess of fish and crabs, more
than we could get away with, so the
prof" launched the canoe, and with
a load of fish started for the mainland;
he reached it in safety, but not before
stopping several times to bail out his
craft.
About 10 o'clock we sailed across to
the mainland to get the "Prof." as he
intended leaving the canoe on shore.
We then started to circumnavigate,
not the globe, but Cypress Island, and
after having been caught in a gale, we
found ourselves about to enter the
channel of the Atchafalay a.
We spent the day at the upper end
OF the island, and while waiting for
evening SO as to fish we whiled away
the time sleeping, singing and playing
a few games.
Night found US working our way to
the Pass, and once more we tossed our
lines and waited for bites.
"Hots" thinking he would have a
nice time all to himself crawled under
the deck, and prepared for a nap but
Mr.. Mosquito and friends soon put a
stop to that, and he was forced to
spend almost the entire night in fish,
ing but not without luck, for now and
then we would hear a splash, and the
next moment he would land his catch.
AS soon as dawn began to appear,
ace tumbled out, our lines tumbled in,
as also did the fish. Taking the skif
which we had with us. and filling it
about half full OF water, we made it
serve the purpose of a fish box, thus
enabling US to preserve our fish, and
carry home something with life.
About IL O'clock, that forenoon, we
started on our homeward trip. We
were forced to sail beyond our landing
place and tack in. as our drag would
not permit of direct sail across the
lake. We reached the mainland in
good time, and after every thing had
been put in order about the boat, we
began to wend our way towards home,
reaching there in time for supper.
Now kind reader, this may not in.
terest you, but it did me; for i like fish.
ing THAT is, when'they bite y a little
nibble, then he becomes desperate and
swallows the bait, then you give q
quick jerk, and nine times in ten yor
land your fish.
Did you ever take a trip to som.
good fishing grounds? If not, VIII,
not ? There is lots of fun in it.