Farming in Grand Isle??

Farming as in Oysters farms.  One of my all time favorite foods in the world and this being the place in the world best known for oysters how could I turn down an invitation to see a real oyster farm with some brand new techniques being used down here.  I climb onto the “party barge” as it was named with the Executive Director of the port commission and his trusty side kick.  We zipped around the Caminada pass between the main land and the island the fog was think and the waters were a little rough.  There was actually a “Fogbow” as we termed it in the sky.


these oyster farms on a few acres of water ways in the Caminada Pass suspend from the surface in large barrel like structures.  The Oysters are turned every day by the farmers making them grow faster and more plump.  Using three-chromosome variety grown from seeds that can not reproduce the farms have more control over the final product.

The are wonderful oysters.  The shells are a little more brittle and that make them hard to shuck for even the most experience shucker.



After a couple minutes on a grill they an be shucked pretty easily by me a complete novice.  they are salty, plump and delicious!!


Grand Isle Mayor’s Party

The hospitality on this island just never seems to end.  Alone for the holidays one of the repeat residents in the marina told me about the mayor’s Christmas party.  He says every one on the island is invited and it is free food and drinks for all.  So the night arrives and of course I haven no one to go with, showing up alone is always interesting.   I met so many interesting people from the door to the end of the night.  The music was amazing, reminds me of the old time be bop music and 12 inch distance dancing my mother used to talk about when she would go to a sock hop.  No bumping and grinding, some how the simple things still seem to be the best things in life.  I left with sore feet, rubbery legs and a few new friends.  I did however find out it is actually an invitation only party that I may have inadvertently crashed, but it was worth it!!!

My first cast in the gulf.

After getting pretty good at casting off the pier, I decided to try my luck on the beach.  Cowboy fisherman john was already there.  I hesitantly send my hook out into the water, only to have my misguided dog think we are playing fetch with the bobber.  I drop the pole and go running into the surf to man the dog.  Petrified he will get hooked, I drag him into shore completely tangled in my fishing line.  Finally he is free and I reel in my hook to find I caught a fish.  The very first cast in the gulf of Mexico.   I’m hooked on fishing now!  Since I have caught many of this little guys, a 3 foot shark, a 48 inch bull red and a crab.  Yes a crab on a hook and all with shrimp bait.