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when on the bayou do as the cajun folk do |
| Off to the right of our pirogue an alligator slid off the banks, soft splash, a bumpy-log followed in our wake. We polled near the inlet of Lake Pontchartrain, fishing and story telling. "Look out, here comes another big one. We used to catch them in the canals with chicken when I was a boy..." Yup here comes another big one, I thought. The evening shadows grew longer and the tales got taller, as we basked in the perfection of a Louisiana summer evening. Off to the right of our pirogue an alligator slid off the banks, soft splash, a bumpy-log followed in our wake. |