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When I was young, single, and free, much of my pool playing found me headed for Acadiana, around Lafayette, New Iberia, Breaux Bridge, anywhere in the area. Good music of every variety from classic cajun on, good people that liked to party, plenty of outdoor parties and cooking that you were often welcome to crash for the asking, and of course the cajun babes that looked so good that as Justin Wilson used to say, you looked them up one side and right back down the same side!

Hu
Not to be overlooked: Cocodrie and Dulac.
 
Not to be overlooked: Cocodrie and Dulac.
I fished Dulac when I lived in Baton Rouge. A long ride then a long run in my brother-in-laws fifteen foot aluminum bateau with a fifty. He thought that thing was a ship but it was pucker time when we crossed a real ship's bow wave and wake! I want to say I fished Cocodrie once or twice, not really sure.

Speaking of attention getters, we fished Whiskey Bay and that area because it was handy, somehow never really slayed them in there. I came out of one of those side cuts into the main canal cut when they built the sled and the boat skipped to let me know I was a little too hot. Missed one of those eight or ten foot concrete piers by inches, the boat bit, and I missed the other side about the same! Somehow those piers never looked so damned big before.

Stirring memories, my brother-in-law and I were fishing in there when this young black guy in a square sterned wooden pirogue stopped to say hello and compare notes. He was using about a ten foot cane pole to dab on the backside of logs and stumps and no doubt getting his fair share of bream even though he seemed to be a city fella. About an hour later he comes back up the canal. It was noteworthy because his little one or two horse air cooled motor was wailing! When he stopped he was paler than we were. He told us to hurry back to the landing and get out of the water. Asked him what happened.

As we all know a cane pole is always a foot or two too short. He ran out of reach with the boat against stumps so he reached one foot out of the boat and put it on a log. The log swam off. Big big gator, didn't even get upset.

Over fifty years around them now, I have only had gators want to do lunch twice I was sure of. Both times I declined!

Hu
 


A surgeon's office billed me 39 cents one time. I called and asked if I could set up payments. They did have a sense of humor about it. I let somebody else bill me 69 cents for months waiting to see how long it would take them to figure out it cost more to send out a statement each month than to waive the amount.

My ultimate fun came when my wife financed me a present at a sporting goods store that did a yearly free finance thing. Irked me to pay the note each month and I was busy running two or three businesses at the time anyway. The first day it was late they sent out a self-addressed stamped envelope. Cool, I dropped my check in there and easily beat the penalty for ten days late. Next month I waited, another envelope. Good deal, this went on close to a year. Then one day a nice lady called me from the finance company to discuss why I was late with the payment every month. I told her, "Ma'am if you would send the self-addressed and stamped envelope a couple days earlier I would pay on time." Silence, then about thirty seconds of sputtering like an oil fouled two cycle engine. She yelled, "Sir it isn't our job to furnish you envelopes and stamps!" I told my wife she might as well pay off the shotgun, payments weren't going to be fun anymore if I didn't get free envelopes and stamps!

Hu
 
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