Haven from Stress

 My friend, Darlene, came to visit the Little Bayou House today.  She calls this place her "Haven from Stress".  Whenever things start to cause a bit of anxiety, she heads to the Bayou and all of its serenity.  Whatever works.  I have long said that there is something most peaceful about the place. Obviously, others feel it, too.  As usual, we wound up on the pier. She likes fishing about as much as I do so it seemed to be the perfect place to toss a line and talk out all of her worries.  Works like a charm!

  Anyway, while we were there we both caught a nice trout before she noticed a strange wake coming across the water from the east.  At first, she thought a snake was wiggling its way to the pier but I assured her that this had to be a fish.  Since she was trying to catch enough fish for a meal, I decided that a surefire way of catching whatever fish was making the ripples was to throw the net over it.  When our fishy friend was near enough to the pier, it was easy to recognize it as a sheepshead.  Ok, so they are good eating...I threw the net.  The sheepshead darted under the pier and made a beeline for open water from the other side.  I figured I had missed my chance but as I hauled in the net, I could tell that I had something in there!  Pulling it up on the pier showed that my fish was a huge mullet!  Ok, mullet are good so into the bucket with the two trout it went.  Fish for supper was looking pretty good at this point.  There is more than one way to catch fish and if the net has to be put to use, so be it! 

  Needless to say, Darlene went hope with a nice catch of fish and a lot less stress.  Once again, the Bayou had worked its magic.  A good day of fishing can make all sorts of things seem better.