St. Francisville, Louisiana

I have waited several months for this trip to St. Francisville, Louisiana.  I have traveled here several occasion to check out the beautiful plantation homes that enchanted me with their cypress moss aged live oaks.  This trip not as expansive but, with nature.  Prior to this hunt, I had always shot on private land so I was ignorant to the fact you have to take a Hunter Safety Class before in order to hunt.  I keep wondering as to why my father never asked me if I wanted to take the class as a young girl.  I was that a young, curly haired girl, shooting a 22, chasing to find the next rodent to kill.  I have great memories of hunting that range from 10 years of age to present.  Needless to say ,the hunting class taught me some things I never knew about hunting and the animals I prey on.  This year I plan on educating my two oldest so they do not have to worry about being legal at an older age.  

I am not a morning person.  Never will be either.  I mediate and pray in the morning and it takes several hours to get going.  This trip was a mindful and gratifying moment for me because I actually did well for myself at such an early time in the morning.  The trip began at 2:30 am with a wake up call by my lovely husband.  Who, by nature is a morning person.  We traveled two and half hours north of Baton Rouge, Louisiana.  We had to stop at several gas stations because, like always he forgotten to purchase his license to hunt.  Oh, did I mention  December 18th, 2015 was the coldest day in Louisiana?  Yes, I actually thought I was prepared for this hunt and I was not.  We arrive in the back roads near the Mississippi river where the camp is located.  We load our equipment  and weapons with the guide, named Jeremy.  Jeremy has a rock ass job for a dude, in my opinion.  I am a firm believer in doing a job that you love.  It will make your life a lot more easier if you could find that profession that doesn't cause the trauma and drama.  He basically, is a housewife who hunts and entertains oilfield customers.  He gets to cook, grocery shop, go shopping at the only store in St. Francisville, which is perfect for any sportsman guy., and hunt every single day of open season.  Mais las, that sounds like the life! No kids to bug you while you cook, shop, and hunt.  Sounds to me like the perfect job any True Southern gentleman would want as a life.

 Off in the dark we go......and in the dark, it sure was black and cold!  I had on hip boots and they made my feet colder.  Jeremy guides us to our blind and my husband and I head to the tree in the creepy pitch black.  I was a little nervous but confident with my ar15 in my hand.  We begin climbing the ladder and what looked like a bat attacked my hubby but, come to find out it was a bird.   The blind is extremely cold and tee-tiny.  After five minutes I begin complaining because I can not feel my toes.  My hubby had to hold me to keep me warm because I was not going to call the guy begging to be brought back to the camp.  The sun began to rise and I expected instant heat but, waited for a doe or hog to appear.  After much anticipation, the ugly old grunt hog appeared.  I am too cold to pick up the rifle and I tell my husband to shoot.  He shoots, shoots again, and one last time.  The hog got away.   The next two hours were nice.  No technology and just us one with nature.  I saw one doe but I did not have a scope on my gun to shoot as far as it was.  We saw a nice size buck but, did not pay for killing it and the fine for killing it was not worth it.  You see, down south everyone is tight with their money.  The oilfield has not seen this hit since 1980.  I do not think like everyone.  Think about the time during the Depression when everyone was affected by the economy there were several people who did not align and agree with everyone and stayed a float.  

We head back with the guide for lunch and I literally crash in a bunk bed.  I arise to head back to the property to try to accomplish what I attended and wanted so badly! Remember the first blind we were in was not insulated or large.  We head to a different location that overlooks a flat view of three acres of land.  This blind is insulated and a lot nicer than the first. We actually took off the layers we had because the sun had heated up the spot to perfection.  This part of the day was nice.  I was actually able to listen and focus into the wonderful fresh air that was provided to us by mother nature.  I saw several cardinals in trees and the sunset was fantastic as it set in the West.  

Did you know that St Francisville has been called, "the town two miles long and two yards wide." This developed a top a narrow ridge overlooking the Mississippi River which brought the town as the commercial center.  Did you know that St. Francisville served as the Capital of the Republic of West Florida?  Yes, this is true the local planters ousted the Spanish government and setup their own independent republic for 74 days. Another interesting fact is that several Jewish refugee established themselves and helped with the levees and banks when they failed and built impressive homes like the St. Francisville Inn Bed and Breakfast.  

All of these facts provide this small town located north of Baton Rouge, with rich heritage and breath-taking plantation homes  If you are looking for old antiques or a fun getaway to an old plantation home, St. Francisville welcomes you to their town.

The trip ended with me seeing only a cute bunny that I did not kill.  I may not have killed that doe or hog as I wanted but I had some great quality time with the hubby and with God's beautiful creations.