Prior to visiting Grand Isle, my fishing experience was using a bamboo pole and worms to catch chinquapin and catfish on a bayou bank beneath willow trees. It was relaxing, but somewhat boring. The worms seemed to be having more fun than me.
A few years passed and I was then invited to Grand Isle to fish for speckled trout. Ah! The worm has turned.
We were guests of Dr. O.P. Daly of Lafayette, whose two-story camp was right on the beach. Our group included Dr. Daly, his son-in-law, J.Y. Bordelon, Sr., (whose boat, the Nita Ann, would not have fit into the bayou where I fished), Dr. Joe Bordelon, several of Joe’s cousins from Lafayette, Joe’s brother, Richard Bordelon, and one or two other friends.
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Mr. J.Y.’s boat was huge, and it easily accommodated a large group.
This was a good thing for me, because my need for training in the use of saltwater fishing tackle, combined with a healthy dose of seasickness, required that I have a lot of space to move around.
Saltwater rods and reels seemed simple enough, but I might have missed something when I periodically had to take care of my seasickness as we cruised the Gulf looking for a fishing spot.
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