Monday, August 15, 2011
Back to the Bayou
As I write this from the 5280 Bar inside the spacious B Terminal at Denver International, one cocktail down, I'm now a scant 12 hours from the bayou. Capt. Blaine Townsend from Sportsmen's Paradise in Chauvin, La., has a room reserved for my late-night arrival, and I'm to be up at the crack (5 a.m. Louisiana time, which is 4 a.m. Idaho time) and ready to get on the water to chase redfish and trout.
I'm so ready... I can already feel that sultry bayou breath on my skin, and the hear the sounds of the marsh amplified by still, murky water. I can feel the pull of a big red on a fly, and I can almost feel those bronze scales.