Fishing on Grand Isle

Let me tell you about Grand Isle, Louisiana.  Forgive me if I flounder over my words.  Sometimes I tend to beat my own drum, so to speak.  I trout that this will make sense to you but I'll do my best.  We walk the beach daily and our skin turns redfish.  While we walk, we have to dodge the crabs crawling across the sand.  I shrimp back when I see creepy crawlies.  Mike calls me a sheepshead scaredy cat.  I tuna know what he means by that.  Wahoo, there's lots of sea shells.  There's a grouper of us taking a sailfish out to Amber Jack for some fun.  Among the group are Marlin, Cobia, and Ling.  The boat is a dorado with a yellowfin on one side and a blackfin on the other.  We hide in the mangrove while looking for red snapper.  We season our speckled trout with lemonfish.  We love it here.

I realize this is goofy but there it is.  I couldn't help myself.  As you have already noticed from this blog, I have a warped sense of humor. 

The people who fish here catch some big fish and they catch them fairly easy. 

That's all folks!