Catfish Heaven: Winter on the Bayou GREAT PLAINS | February "...I ask Jon if he’s ever eaten nutria. He says all the time, it’s delicious. He explains that Cajun chef Paul Prudhomme almost lost his reputation by adding Nutria to his menu, but that in reality its great meat, and people shouldn't be afraid of it just because its a giant water rat. I say, “Even if this is nutria, I’ll eat it.” I thought that would be the best way to fool their cruel joke. " Read It
Flyfishing with Mr. Phu GREAT PLAINS | June "...The
tackle shop is a basement store near the abandoned 'Tonka Trucks' headquarters.
Everything about the store was old, and damp-smelling. It is much the
way I remember it, 23 years ago: father filling the minnow pail. The
clerks were smoking, and drinking Mello-Yellow. One said, "Looks like
a good day for fishin'." The other said, "yup." Read It
Texas Hill Country GREAT PLAINS | January "...When on a mission, the party became lost and the horses and mules became unridable. The Servicemen were parched. The camels led the party to water, and upon arrival, needed nothing of the sort themselves. When Hadji Ali succeeded in his first mission, Jefferson Davis requested a thousand more camels to be purchased for cross-country military expeditions. But by now, with the outbreak of the Civil War, interest, and the success of the Camel Corps, was waning. The dromedary foot is intended for the soft sands of the Empty Quarter, and would bruise easily in the rocky west. " Read It
Harmony, Minnesota GREAT PLAINS | June "...There are about 200,000 Amish in North America today. But since each couple has on average seven children, they are one of the fastest growing segments on the continent. I wonder, if they ever became the dominant population in Minnesota, would the state continue to produce Spam? And what would our tour guides say about those beautiful butterfly algae fossils, exposed by great cracks underneath Amish country?" Read It
Port Sulphur micro update | GREAT PLAINS | February "...When the levees broke during Hurricane Katrina, the town of Port Sulphur fell thirteen feet under water. My big brother took me here for a day of fishing a few months after the hurricane." Read It
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