Cypremort Point, Louisiana

February is always a difficult month for me.  2016 marks ten years since my father's death.  A decade has gone by and it seems like yesterday that I told him I loved him and hugged him.  He was an outstanding man, my father.  He was the one to teach me how to shoot my first duck and cast in my line.  Small memories that I cherish and hold on to so that I can try to replicate those memories with my own children. When you loose everything you gain so much. Boy, do I miss my crazy dad.  I realized the other day when I was working on a client, I began to laugh and start crying...those were tears of joy, the same tears my dad would bring to my eyes when we would joke around... cherish your parents if you still have them.  They will soon be gone and you will wish to have that unconditional love again.

"The Point", Cypremort Point, Louisiana, is the closest locality spot for Acadiana peeps.  A lot of anglers love fishing the gulf and this is the closest of locations for them.  I love the drive to Cypremort Point because it's close and you can shoot out rite to your spot and be home in time for dinner.  When spring time rolls around the Lafayette crowd will be nestled in their multi-million dollar camps with high-school friends enjoying their sportsman toys.  Every Friday, I recall hopping into a friend of mines jeep and jamming out to music while awaiting the weekend on jet-skis and drinking on the pier.  As I got older, I recall going to the Point during Mardi Gras and cutting up.  I did not do much fishing out here but, always heard of the guys talking about the reds and trout they were slamming back home.  

Again, February is a crazy month and this month even crazier with Mardi Gras.  On top of trying to cover up some sadness I still hold onto I am running the kids, prepping for balls and parades.  It was another day in the life of me...woke up, got kids to school, prayed, went to A.J.'s and was about to head to CoCo Ero's to check out their sale.  Erin Kyla Dolan, good friend of mine,from highschool, gave me the call that we could head out to the Point to cast our luck out on the water. I have been waiting to hang with my girl and to get on the water.

 Erin is a legit, "ANGLER", the type of girl you wanna take home to your mom.  She is super smart, beautiful, and all around sportsman girl.  I love hanging out with her and Katy Thibodeaux. If you see us three together you are sure to have a great time and laugh the entire time.   I rushed home and got my pole and headed to her house.  I got to Erin's house; we shot the shit and she loaded up her truck and we were out.  We stopped by her sisters who lives on the Vermilion. It was fun to see livestock in a home in Lafayette.  Her sister's home is super cool.. lots of land on the Vermilion River. Erin and I laughed and were checking out hoof marks on the ground to scout out any hog we may find.  We jetted out and headed toward the DMV where she swore there would be no one in this tiny town.  We jumped out the Tahoe and by quit some surprised the entire building was packed.   I walk in rite behind and she says, "Hey, lets sit outside", I am like ok.... and turn around,thinking there is no seating area outside...We head back to the truck laughing and head out to the Point.  We go the back way thru Abbeville and hop on 90 to jump rite off to Cypremort Point.  Once you exit its maybe a twenty minute ride of great scenery.    We catch up about our lives and what not and by surprise we didn't realize we both had lost our fathers one year apart from one another.  It is such a small world and I am so blessed with the best friends any girl could ask for.  She, Erin, just gets me.  It's difficult to understand a woman or a girl who has lost her father.  It is not the same.  A girl who still physically has her father is different from a girl whose father is dead.  

We arrive to the beach.  Not a single person is on the beach.  Erin and I are thrilled to have this entire area to our personal usage.  We paid 5 bucks a piece to enter and we had an entire front of brackish water.  Erin just purchased a new rod and she was excited to try it out.  Her pole is perfect and light weight for a woman.  I really liked it and want one really badly! I do not promote fishing apparel but, check out Shimano Metanium.  We tried our luck for several hours and nothing was biting. We went around toward the back where you actually can rent the cabins out for 110 a night and you have a personal area to fish.  We tried our luck but, nothing was biting.  It was around 4:20 pm when we shot out and took a spin down the Point.  You see, Cypremort Point has one grocery  and the other day when I went it was closed.  All the homes are owned by out of townees who spend their down time on the water casting their luck on the water on their time off. 

 If you to get away from reality this is where you go.  I am so fortunate to cast my luck with a true friend.  It was great to replace memories of the area with new ones.  What else is possible? If you are ever near the Lafayette area and can not think of an area to inshore or offshore fish try casting your luck at Cypremort Point. I love you Erin and I am truly blessed to have you in my life.  Keep smiling, fishing, and most importantly living like today was the last one.  

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.