Yep, Gerald has it. When I was a kid, it wasn't time to go to bed or sleep. It was time to go do-do or time to make do-do. I remember my Freshman year at Tulane, I had a date with this HOT chick I had no business being with. We had a great time and I brought her back to her door at 6am. I told her, "You go make do-do and give me a call later today if you had a good time." She said, "Wait, you want me to do what?" It took a little explaining. Apparently they do not say that in Tennessee
. Even with all that she called anyway. Dad gum I do miss college.
I was always with some chick I had no business being with. Ah the halcyon days of my youth . . . .
Well I'm home before noon anyway. The wind was kickin' out there. We made it to Cat Island and found some protected waters. We hooked into a bunch of rat reds and then some birds found us, but no specks. Only nice sized white trout and ladyfish. At one point all 3 of us were hooked up with ladyfish and it made for a cluster-%$#@*. All lines tangled, etc. We bagged a few nice size white trout (Sand trout to Texans). About 10:30 they really turned off. We couldn't even lose a live shrimp, so we headed back in. I wanted to head over to the Bay St. Louis bridge and fish the pilings, but Dad was finished after the rough ride in. It was a great day on the water though. Next trip we've decided it has to be the Chandeleurs.
We settled for lunch at the Pirate's Cove on Market St. in Pass Christian. Shrimp po-boy for me and a roast beef for the others. They are just as good as the ones I grew up with. I can't find a po-boy like that in Texas to save my life. I'm so glad Pirate's Cove kept going after Katrina.