Meanwhile, A Few Parishes Away…
Nothing screams “Gone Fishing in South Louisiana!” quite like a Moonpie Hat and camouflage. Not to mention a big ole redfish in your hands. And you make it all look good, baby! Hubba hubba.
While I was gallivanting around New Orleans on my girls trip, the Professor and my dad were about an hour or so south of us in Plaquemines Parish, staying at a fishing lodge called The Woodland Plantation to chase Louisiana redfish for a couple of days. They report that the lodge was super inviting, the staff was friendly, and the food was out of sight. Lightbulb! Maybe some of you ladies should think about a Woodland Plantation gift certificate for your main squeeze for Christmas…just an idea from yours truly…your welcome.
Scratch that. We should plan a girls fishing trip down there since this one was planned without me. Yall know I do not like to be left out of a good fishing trip.
At any rate, they really liked their guide JP, he worked his tail off covering about 60 miles on the water each day. Apparently the first day offered gorgeous warm sunny weather, while the next day was unexpectedly windy and cold.
The main house house at Woodland has all the rooms while a separate old church building, The Spirit Hall, serves as the bar and dining room. Hello charm. Apparently it was moved onto a site where slaves were once buried so now it’s haunted, of course. It is Louisiana after all.
It’s hard to believe they were eating as well as we were up in New Orleans but they did rave about the food. I have to admit, white bean gumbo and this fish dish with crabmeat hollandaise look pretty good. And when is hollandaise ever bad?
JP the guide…
DAY ONE: We’ll call it “Bahamas Bonefish Fashion”. Or…How delightful to be able to wear just some of my lightweight saltwater technical clothing that I over-packed because I have tons of it which I promise my wife I always buy on sale even though the truth is I might have a compulsive gear shopping problem
DAY TWO: “Delta Duck Hunting Fashion”. Or…How quickly a cold front can change everything and suddenly you’re digging spare clothes out of the bottom of your guide’s gear bag and checking under the seat of your truck for a hat that’s warmer than the lightweight, long-billed SIMS you’d planned on wearing the whole time
Hey, hey, we all have to be willing to turn on a dime because Lord knows the weather and the fish always seem to. Glad yall had fun!
She says…choking down her envy.
(Copyright 2012 by Christine Warren)
Okay so I’m a little jealous I wasn’t on this redfishing trip. You too? Feel free to vent in the comments.
Care to read about my frustrating 2010 quest to catch a redfish in LA? If you want to experience the full agony/comedy read these older posts in this order: