Last summer, in the scorching heat, Pawpaw decided to take my brother and I fishing for the day in Port Sulphur, Louisiana. Port Sulphur is about an hour south of New Orleans. This fishing trip would end up changing the way I look at my life. It is a story that I will be able to share with my grandchildren. This was an experience that I will never forget.
This fishing trip took place in the middle of July. We arrived in Port Sulphur at about six o"clock in the morning. Everything started off great. The boat was running smoothly, the wind was calm, and the sky was clear. The only thing that we forgot was the bug spray. This would end up being a big mistake because the mosquitoes were terrible and the gnats were everywhere. Pawpaw brought all of his new equipment that he had wanted to test out. This included new fishing reels, rods, a brand new trolling motor, and a new handheld GPS (global positioning system). The GPS is used to locate your coordinates in longitude and latitude. .
As we left from the landing where we put the boat in the water, Pawpaw was singing the song that he always sings when we start out on a fishing trip. He would sing, "a fishin we will go, a fishin we will go, we gonna catch dem fish and put em in da boat and knock em in da head." As we road through the marsh, Pawpaw told me to take the wheel while he smoked his pipe. We began fishing in "Tommy's hole", which is where my dad used to catch all his fish when Pawpaw took him fishing. The water was crystal clear and perfectly still. .
"There's one!" my brother yelled as he reeled in the first fish of the day. It was a decent sized red fish that weighed around four pounds. Pawpaw and I both reeled in a couple nice sized speckled trout both weighing in at around three pounds. After we pulled in a few more fish from "Tommy's hole" we took a ride up to Four Bayou Pass, which is where the marsh meets the Gulf of Mexico.