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A Long Night in the Bush

Well, we set off into the thick jungle and up the steep hills after a successful landing at Paluang.  The Skipper stayed with the boat as we hacked our way (gently, mind you) into the brush. Vines hung from the dripping trees and the ground was covered with a soft moss making progress slow.
Jungle
We moved as quietly as possible and kept our eyes peeled for any movement from something larger than the thousands of bugs, frogs, birds and other small wild creatures that filled this steaming, verdant, claustrophobic paradise. We were on the hunt for the Molokanesian Spotted Dragon Lizard and although they’re said to frequent clearings, you never know….
The first morning and afternoon were spent in constant awareness of our surroundings while trying to keep a steady pace. I made the occasional sketches of interesting species and all seemed to be going fairly well. The heat was intense and we’d stripped down to our “essentials” but Rodney is a good fellow and I didn’t suspect any “funny business” other than his occasional wise-crack about the color of my skivvies (a gift from my previous girlfriend).
 Wearytoad
All seemed to be going fairly well until the rain set in. At about 4 pm it came down as if the sky had cracked open an enormous bathtub full of hot water. We were quickly swept down the hill we were climbing and into a gully that was immediately filled with everything else that had washed down the hill. Up to our necks in water crawling with a thousand snakes, Rodney was screaming like a little girl and thrashing like all-getout for a large tree trunk. I followed and we climbed that thing like a couple of spider monkeys, ending up on a thick branch about 15 feet above the swirling torrent. snaggle
It was then that I heard branches cracking above me through the roar of the rain and, trying to peer up as the raindrops slammed against my eyeballs I caught a glimpse of something huge leaping from our tree to the next. I couldn’t see but a dark shape but I hold hope that this was our prey. Unfortunately we were stuck. The rain continued it’s incessant downpour for the next 12 hours and we clung to our branch as best we could, the gully below us now a whitewater hell with the occasional python head snapping out of it. It was a long night to say the least.
When the rain finally stopped and the water below us drained towards the sea, we wearily climbed down from our perch and fought our way back to the cove. Empty handed and completely bummed, we headed back to the ship.
Sometimes you eat the dragon, sometimes the dragon eats you.

 

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The Largemouth Zombie Bass

Last week we were down in New Orleans and I thought I’d try out this new bar I’d heard about off of Pirate Alley. They had Absinthe there and after a long day,I figured I needed to see things from a “different perspective”. So I dropped in and had a few. At about 11 o’clock. in walks this 7 foot tall black dude wearing a top hat and a ratty overcoat. He had huge, yellow eyes that spun around in his head as if each had a mind of their own, sweeping the room constantly. Of course, he sits down right next to me. Well, we got to talking (this is sort of a stretch, he seemed to be in a trance) and of (as usual) the conversation turned towards fishing. I thought I’d throw out the old line and see if he knew of any interesting spots I might want to check out. I mean, the guy didn’t look like much of an outdoorsman but hell, you never know. Damned if he didn’t sit straight up in his chair and start reciting this “legend” to me.  His eyes, now steely still, gazed into my very soul as he spoke:

“Outside of New Orleans in an undisclosed swamp near Lake Pontchartrain there lies a pool surrounded by cypress and draped with Spanish moss. Dark, dank, stinking and buzzing with flies it lies in constant shadow, its surface still. But if one looks closely, underneath the oily surface of the water …something moves. At first you see the eyes, ghostly white and then, perhaps the teeth. Woe to the occasional ignorant raccoon who stops by this pool for a drink or to wash its paws. The bottom of this pool is said to be littered with the bones of many beasts…. and men. Legend has it that long ago, a Creole fisherman sold a bad bass to the great Marie Laveu at the local fish market causing her to spend Fat Tuesday locked in her outhouse. When she’d recovered, the voodoo priestess put a curse on that fisherman’s favorite spot for eternity and now the Largemouth Zombie Bass forever lurk beneath it’s waters.” When he stopped talking, I realized the bar was silent. Everyone stared at the guy with a look of sheer terror while he slowly stood up and walked out the door. After the door closed behind him the music picked up, folks shook themselves out of their stupor and the place was filled with conversation once again. I was just finishing my drink when this fella comes up to me and says “I know where that place is and I can take you there, but it’s gonna cost you, big time”. I was hooked.

The next day, we picked this guy up over off of Tchoupitoulas Street and we headed for Pontchartrain. His name was Stewie Prima and by the look of his gear he  knew his way around a lake. He seemed really nervous though and he wanted the money up front. Down here in the Big Easy they take this voodoo stuff pretty seriously. I’ve never been too superstitious myself but it felt like a creepy day lay ahead of us.
Let me tell you, I wasn’t disappointed. After a few hours of slogging through some pretty fetid swamps, dodging gators, swatting flies, we found ourselves in a dark corner of nowhere. The place was eerily quiet and the air was still as we topped a small rise in and came across this:
voodoo_swamp
My skin was crawling and my heart was beating like a hammer but somehow I went into “auto-pilot” and in a wink my lure was in the drink!

BANG! Did it hit hard! I yanked on my pole with all my might, but it felt as if a cast-iron catfish was on my lure. I pulled harder when all of the sudden a huge green monster of a fish leaps from the water an hits Stewie right in the chest knocking him on his keister.  Stewie squirmed on the ground with the fish on his chest screaming “Get it OFF!!! Get it OFFFF!!!!!” when the horrid thing flopped on the ground twice, loosed itself from my line and popped back into the putrid pond.  A crow cackled at us from a branch and flew away.

We got Stewie under control and calmed him down but the poor guy was pretty shook up. He was babbling about voodoo curses and mumbling to himself as we made our way out of there back towards Pontchartrain. I kept telling him he’d be fine, that voodoo was a nonsense but he was having none of it and, the tell you the truth, I was feeling a bit creeped myself. But I kept at him and he started to come around and by the time the swamp started slipping away and the light of day began to appear he was looking pretty good.
Stopping for lunch, we sat on the banks of Lake Ponchartrain and, after a beer or two we had our tackle out and were laughing and fishing like nothing had happened. Powell was taking photos and Stewie was actually in great spirits. He was wading into the waters and casting when…out of nowhere, this huge bear rises out of the water like a ghost and devours him, Whole, then sinks back beneath the depths as if he (or Stewie) had never been there.
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Well,  I stood up, grabbed my gear and walked back to the truck as if in a trance. When I got back to town, I headed back to the ship and got the hell out of dodge. I don’t think I’ll mess with that voodoo stuff anymore.
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A Long Night in the Bush

Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Well, we set off into the thick jungle and up the steep hills after a successful landing at Paluang.  The Skipper stayed with the boat as we hacked our way…

The Largemouth Zombie Bass

Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Last week we were down in New Orleans and I thought I’d try out this new bar I’d heard about off of Pirate Alley. They had Absinthe there and after…